Cynicism

Was it wise to believe that
My sweetness would last?
Those summer nights we spent dreaming
In the tall grass
Behind your parent's home
Nothing good passed

Was it wise to imagine
Our future home?
And the vegetable garden
We'd somehow grow

Though I've killed nearly every plant
I've ever owned
And though I've outgrown your love
Still thought you should know

You were a fool for leaving
Your shoes out in the rain
When from the depths of the forest
Crawled a scorpion

And in the morning
Your cries were heard by every Panamanian

You were a fool for falling
For a cynic like me
If you wanted someone harmless
Baby that ain't me

Oh I'm pinching
Every sweet thing that I see
And your kindness
Intimidates me

Even the memory of
The sweetest love that I have known
Has been menaced by the venom
Of my cynicism