My Machete

When I first arrive and you see me there
Your hopeful eyes shattered by despair
Know what we used to be
No one else is more confused than me
Oh, I don’t want to hurt you anymore
I drop my machete to the floor
You look so happy-sad
I know I can’t expect you’ll wait for me
The soft taste of your lips
Conjures memories of a world
Where petals fall from above
It seems so far away
I am lost, to both of our dismay
Oh, I don’t want to hurt you anymore
I drop my machete to the floor
You look so happy-sad
I know I can’t expect you’ll wait for me
Would someone please pass me the key
To this exam that I’ve written?
You look so happy-sad
I know I can’t expect you’ll wait for me