Strangely Familiar

You never get to smell the roses

When you run at a hundred miles an hour

You never get back wasted time

Just like you’ll never have another first car

Clichés

But clichés often ring true

It was me you see

It really wasn’t you

You make me feel ten feet tall

I put you on a pedestal

I waited for you to fall.

And all these contradictions

Are doing my head in

I can’t move forward

I can’t go in reverse

Limbo is what they call it

I think

It’s funny,

All this time in one place

Makes you realize

The roses aren’t that pretty

It’s the thorns that make them pink