Tangled,
you are tangled
in your own thoughts
in your own words
you play yourself
like piano chords
hammer each string
until they've crossed their lines
I'll forge each note
to fit my own designs
and each time you don't kiss me
I'll go home and brush my hair
no tangles, no tangles
no tangling there
Tangled,
I am tangled
crossed by your thoughts
bored with your words
I've played myself
by moving towards
a line without a guide
that finds itself over again
knotting and twisting
never to reach the end
each time you don't kiss me
I'll go home and brush my hair
no tangles, no tangles
no tangling there
stroke by stroke
brushing my hair
removing each stroke
of your hand caressing there
stroke by stroke by stroke
I'm struck and stuck
these knots are just not fair
each time you don't kiss me
I'll go home and brush my hair
no tangles, no tangles
no tangling there
