white horse black
by Meg Murray

could this be
southern california in may
or is my life
nirvana in dismay

seen the view from the edge
heard dreams begging for their lives
left my soul on main street
stare out car windows on long night drives

kept tripping over bags you had packed
but never saw the signs
my fear was just a masquerade
only you saw through my disguise
still so many games to play
and so much left to deny

white lights strewn on damp brick walls
your hand reaches out for mine
my gaze fumbles through my trepidation
which lost out to your design

what did i ever have to offer
to you who had it all

when you put me on a broken pedestal
you had to know i'd fall

this isn't all my fault you know
because i'm not always wrong
did you paint your white horse black
because you weren't ready to be strong

if we could only be
who we see each other as
we might not have to stop here
but now we're headed nowhere fast

you could have waved goodbye at least
because you slammed our new front door
you never seemed to ask for much
because i always needed more