Impossible Things

You'll fall short, making sense of it How is this something I've done? Every day's already passed Who creates such ugliness? When you arrive, your holiness I'll have no gifts nor words for you No need to strain your dainty hands (I could never win if not for this) (This fine line between taking responsibility and taking the blame) All my life I've addressed you As nothing more than mine Are you listening when I speak? Do you have the time for me? You were a friend of mine Before you weren't You made your choices And now we both get to hurt