OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

I knew love as I stood on the outside looking in at the skin of a friend I could touch with my hand 
On a roof after dark, a walk in the park but when he leaned into me, I was under the arc 
The blood on the sheet, the pool at my feet. At a table for two, I pulled up a third seat 
Hand in hand to the pier, men and men wrestle here on a dock with a crew and I’ve got nothing to fear 

It was more or less that I was a mess and not so much about you 

Now you’ve a house in the woods that you built with your hands that you share with your mate on your own plot of land 
The birds in the trees, the rustle of leaves– the things you could never have managed with me 
Cause you knew love as you laid by my body on the ground and knew that to find it you’d have to move out 
And on like the breeze that weaves through your trees and rustles your leaves and make your bird sing 

It was more or less that I was a mess and not so much about you