Despite all of this teeming life
At my feet,
All I can think of is your face
You're bad news.

When I get heart burn,
Is that you thinking of me?
I run over the mistakes I've made
In my head,
And all of them involve you.

There's a pretty young thing,
In front of you
And I don't blame you
For choosing her instead of me.

I was unaware,
Unaware of the regrets
I now own.

But now.
I'm the ant pile,
That just got stepped on.