I know he's blood,
but you can still turn him away,
you don't owe him anything
Do you go to the dungeon
To find out how to make peace
With your days in the dungeon
Writing a letter to you
Didn't make me feel any more peaceful
Than how I felt when we weren't speaking
Because I didn't cop to what I did
I can't love you
'Cause we're supposed to have professional boundaries
I'd like you to be schooled and in awe
As though you were kissed by God
Full on the lips
I'm in the front row (I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries)
The front row (one by one minute, I want to banish you)
With popcorn (the next, I want to be on a deserted island with you)
I get to see you (along with my three favourite CDs)
See you (ambivalent yet in your bed)
Close up (we've yet to acknowledge what really happened)
Slid into the ditch
I have this overwhelming loss
Of ambition, we said "let's name thirty good reasons"
Why we shouldn't be together
I started by saying things like "you smoke"
"You live in New Jersey"
You started saying things like
"You belong to the world"
All of which could have been easily refuted
But the conversation was hypothetical
I am totally short of breath for you
Why can't you shut your stuff off
I'm in the front row (and I laughed until my lungs hurt)
The front row (I love how you bust my chops)
With popcorn (you don't always feel seen, sometimes you feel erasable)
I get to see you (unfortunately, I cannot reciprocate)
See you (in my current state, I think we should be careful)
Close up (of how much time we spend together)
For a while, while I'm speaking
You know how much you hate to be interrupted
Maybe spend some time alone
Fill up your proverbial cup so
That it doesn't always have to be
About you
I've been wanting your
Undivided attention
I like the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of
Perspective people
Have of your charmed life, seemingly
I'm in the front row (you never meant to be ungrateful)
The front row (nor held up to be whipped or wept)
With popcorn (for certainly not analyzed, prodded at more ways than one apparently)
I get to see you (you've been misrepresented)
See you (dealing with the concept of arrows)
Close up (being slung towards your outrageous fortune)
Hey, I'm not mad at you, guardian
I'm mad at myself
For spending so much time with you and your jeckyl and hydeness
I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist
You laughed a wicked laugh and said
"Come here, let me clip your wings" (I know he's blood, but you can still turn him away, you don't owe him anything)
"Raise the roof" he yelled
"Yeah, raise the roof"
I yelled back (unfortunately, you needed a health scare to repriortize)
No thanks to the soap box
Having me rile against them
Won't make an ounce of difference
I'm in the front row (oh, the things I've done for you)
The front row (many, a situation, a friend, a man's been)
With popcorn (left for you, oh, the books I've read for you, the tongues I've bitten for you)
I get to see you (many, a new city for you)
See you (many, a risk taken for you)
Close up (not a single regret)
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