Sense of it all...

I'm trying my hardest to make it make sense,
but the pieces don't fit and i'm losing patience.
I'm feeling lost like I don't know where the day went.
I guess it's back to basics.
I wake up with her next to me in the morning.
I want to kiss her lips and taste the words they're forming.
Man she looks beautiful in the clothes she's adorning.
She's leaving and I don't even get a warning...
I remember the last time this happened.
I got second place to fashion
To be honest, I've never been her passion
and now I'm spoken of in the past tense.
I thought I had it all figured out
At first you couldn't find a girl more devout.
I can still see her cute face when she would go into a pout.
But I guess good looks and a great smile aren't all that love is about.
I saw her last night in my dream.
She was wearing my heart on her sleeve
With my tears in her seams...
All I could hope for was an angel to intervene...
that's the last thing that will happen, it would seem...