A Fine Story

When you get a fine story
with all its humor and glory,
you find yourself wishing
find your thoughts fishing.

Someone thought, at one time,
that we would be in our prime:
with you high as a dove,
and me wishing I was in love.

I don't know where she went,
but here's my time to repent.
From love and loss and life,
from all my heartache and strife.

No, like hell it wasn't fun!
It's definetly time to run.
Somehow, we always knew-
I was never in love with you.