Guess Not

Fast forward through Feathers
What's not found in Heathers
Or Julies does shine bright in you
Now I find all the time
That I'm thinking in rhyme
But I don't think it's leading me to
Anything productive
It's far from constructive
I obsess, oh yes, Guess, it's true
I'm too young to feel old
When alone I get cold
And then all my fingers turn blue
I try to be transparent
We would make fine parents
But that's not what you want to do

I wish I could blame you for how I feel when I fall, but that wouldn't be fair, for you had no intentions at all. Oh, how I wish I was better at measuring time. Maybe then I could clock you right out of my mind. I want you completely, but (can I say this discretely? no) I'd prefer a good friend to bad wife. You don't owe me information, or an explanation, but, please, stay a part of my life.