My Deepest Ambitions Come Out Like your Earrings

Could I have foreseen that silver white light,
That chip in the paint,
From the porch on the right?

Could I have foreseen the thoughts in my head,
Like a fast locomotive,
That stabbed me till I was dead?

Could I have foreseen the pause in your step,
When you took off your earrings,
The secret that you kept?

And you're leading him on this childish chase,
When will he get sick
Of your lies and your mistakes?

He never will.
That is the cold and frigid truth,
Unless someone gives him,
A sure sign of proof.

Could I have foreseen my deepest ambitions,
Crawling to the surface,
Needles lodged in my skin?

Could I have foreseen my meddling ways,
Of breaking a love,
That couldn't live another day?

Yes I did,
Because I couldn't live this way,
It needed to come out now,
And it needed to come out today.

But the only thing I haven't foreseen,
Is your reaction
To the truth I will bring.

I hope you're prepared, I hope I'm prepared,
For what I have seen
Was way too keen.