MISMATCHED

She’s very peculiar
Talks on and on and on
Did I mention on and on and on
As if she’s afraid she’ll run out of breath
Trying to get her point across
She never makes the finish line
But I just smile and nod my head
As if I’m paying attention
But I’m not, not really
If she came with a remote I’d turn her off
I’d even take the batteries out
Because if I don’t have anything nice to say
I best not say it at all
A pillar of nonsense
Blah, blah, blah
She doesn’t do a thing for me
A weird collage that I don’t get
And I could care less about her
But I’m dying to know
What does she do for him?
I don't see it or how or why?

Oh, she’s all wrong
She’s all wrong for him
A mismatched pattern
A clanging cymbal in a marching parade
She doesn’t share his common interests like I do
Misinterprets his comedy and passion
Just doesn’t get him like I do
Argues for the sake of arguing
I guess that’s okay
If you like that sort of thing
She’s not good enough for him
Not good enough like I am

Maybe she’s not the one to question
I mean, is that what he really likes?
Maybe I should question my own taste
Opposites attract
Some crazy magnetic power
But I think it’s backwards
Just ridiculous to combine oil and honey

Well just as long as he’s happy
That’s all that truly matters
But I know he’s just not happy
Maybe someone should let her know
It breaks me in two
I’m standing on the sidelines while they’re playing the game
I have no energy to cheer
Yet I have the energy to scream at the top of my lungs
I’m lying on the defense
Losing progress
Watching the score drop

No more monkey in the middle
I’m going to let the ball fall hard
When he decides to wake up
Maybe I’ll still be hanging around

© Dina Darling