One Last Shot

One Last Shot

Ok
So I’ve messed
Up a few times
A few times
More than you
No one’s
Perfect

Maybe I
Think about this
Too much
And about
You
Before
Things really happen

You ignore me
Then talk to me
Are rude
But then nice

I hate how you
Give me freedom
But love when
You ask for
My help

I can’t read you
Maybe
I should give up

But I have
This thought
This idea
That
That just maybe
It will see itself
Through
Work itself out
Between
Me and you

So
I’m giving
This
You
Us
One last shot