Cut Me Off

You never let me finish,

and I don't really mind.

I know what you're about to say

before you get to the line.

I was telling you a story

about somebody from work.

You jumped in halfway through it

with the ending first.

I said, "Can I finish?" You said,

"I know, I know." Then you got the whole thing wrong,

and somehow made it better though. (hahaha)

Every time I start a sentence,

you come running through the door.

Maybe I should find it annoying.

I don't anymore.

Cut me off. Go on,

cut me off. Steal the

words right out of my mouth.

Talk too fast.

Get it wrong. Laugh before I get to the good part.

Cut me

off. I like you better that way.

When we're both trying to talk,

there's nothing left to hide.

You say I never listen.

I say that's not quite true.

I remember every stupid thing

you said at half past two.

You start with, "Don't be mad," and I already know.

I interrupt with, "What did you do?" You say,

"Let me finish, though."

You

say

I'm impossible. I

say, "Look who's talking."

You

try

to keep a straight face.

Then we both start laughing. (hahaha)

Cut me off. Go on,

cut me off. Steal the

words right out of my mouth.

Talk too fast.

Change the story. Say

my name when I lose my point.

Cut

me

off.

I like you better that way.

When we're both trying to talk,

I know you wanna stay.

I say, "Wait."

You say, "What?"

I say, "Nothing."

You say, "Come on."

I try again.

You lean in.

And this time,

you let me finish.

I like the way

you never leave much room for me to disappear inside my head.

You pull the words

right out of me before I can decide I never meant them.

Cut me off. Go on,

cut me off.

I was probably

taking too long. Talk too fast.

Stay too close. Say the

thing before I lose the nerve.

Cut me off. I like you better that way.

If we both start at once,

don't stop. Keep going.

You first.

No, you.

Not again.