It Was Me

It’s not working;
he’s not working;
I’m not working.
We did our deeds
but we can’t do them together.
was it me?

“You know we don’t have to do
that every time.”
Sometime’s wrong,
he doesn’t want to;
he doesn’t want me.
Was it me?

I leave the car with a kiss,
but not on the lips,
on the cheek.
Was it me?

“Hey,”
“stay cool.”

It was me.