because i enjoy driving when i'm angry but that's a lie and so is this

this is what i wanted
the oil from a hard days work
on my lips
from the forehead of a cryptic lover
i have never been ignored
as i was that night
the one when you called me out on everything
that i know myself not to be
while the same names are those that you
ought to be assigning to yourself
but you never will

this is what i wanted
to ask of you things
that you would answer
with fat free words
i have grown to understand
even though i embody no desire
to know of them

this is what i wanted
to be designers
with the both of us at a drawing board
pencils ready
erasure marks all over the place
only to have you go back on your word
and to have me
go back on mine

this is what i wanted
i just didn't know it