3 Left Feet

I wish it didn't have to end like this
 Met at your wits a cliff
 Told you my grip was slipping
 U looked up like is it really
 Or u want your fist for clinching
 Couldn't answer
 Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
 A willing dancer
 Three left feet step in a jilted pattern
 And threes a crowd
 I was clumsy u convinced that all that whispered chatter
 Would grow to screams n pull our seams out into listless tatter
 Lack of expertise became distant past and didn't matter
 I want you back but I can't give you the years
 I can't give back the tears
 On tour can't give u experience
 Yo womanhood your own so I can't give u experiments
 This lil introductory love not the peak of the pyramid
 I blush n thru my fingers I first peek at you hearing this
 The heat of the mirror make my eyes sprinkle like spearmint
 I'm peerless to these fans but painting peel when you peering in
 U the one that understand why I can't feel how they cheer for me
 Fasted from love
 Avoidant when you tried to chase my
 I ran faster from love n then chase after you dumb
 I know the wrinkles of your brain jus like the back of my thumb
 I wanna pick it but I listen when u tell me we done
 Where my persistence
 U knocked the wind out of my sails where my conditioning
 U counterbalanced out my Libra scales but now they tip again
 I look to my right for the reminder of the mission is
 Yo spot is the emptiest hold vigil where you was sitting
 Wish it didn't have to end like this
 Met at your wits a cliff
 Told you my grip was slipping
 U looked up like is it really
 Or u want your fist for clinching
 Couldn't answer
 Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
 A willing dancer
 Three left feet
 It was yo grace
 Then no space we married in the soul space
 It couldn't carry onto earth because u jus too holy
 Me with you too whole
 And we compose to decompose ain't it
 Ima see you on the path again cause I'm supposed ain't it
 We pose to b a no brainer
 How many times I sew Frankenstein up
 Before the torch and the forksa dreams become divorce again
 U left me at the same tree u found me before hanging
 Wish it didn't have to end like this
 Met at your wits a cliff
 Told you my grip was slipping
 U looked up like is it really
 Or u want your fist for clinching
 Couldn't answer
 Stepped on yo toes when I first pulled u close
 A willing dancer
 Three left feet