December 25/09 - 11:33 p.m.

I guess I'm more than crazy.
A little less than dead.
I guess I've over estimated easy.
My colours fading red.

I guess you're just as lost as I.
Drifting through dark rooms.
I guess you're never one to lie.
You just avoid the truth that looms.

I guess I've been a little selfish.
Shouldn't assume the best for you.
Can't keep counting on a wish,
though I'm sure you'd use one too.

I guess a lot of things are different now.
Nothing ever stays the same.
I guess all's to ask is "How?"
Can't keep playing this same game.

I guess I should have left a month ago.
Should have released my solid grip.
I guess my conscious told me so.
My heart escaped an echoed rip.

I guess I've done enough of guessing.
Enough of wondering what we'll be.
I guess I'm tired of all the stressing.
Would rather spend time, you and me.

Because I guess though things are different,
always turning with great stride...
I know the things you say, you meant.
I know for this price, it's worth the ride.