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 (too far)" 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 or breath for you why can’t you shut your stuff off.... i’m in the front row the front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up and I laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops you don’t always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable unfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current state I think we should be careful 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 you proverbial cup so that it doesn’t always have to be about you i’ve been waiting your undivided attention I live 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 the front row the front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up you never meant to be ungrateful nor held up to be whipped or wept for certainly not analysed prodded at more ways than one aparentrly you’ve been misrepresented dealing with the concept of arrows being slung towards your outrangeous fortune
hey i’m not mad at you guardian i’m mad at myself for sending 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 theroof!"
I yelled back. (unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize.)
no thanks to the soap box. having me rile against them won’t make na ounce
of difference... i’m in the front row the front row with popcorn. I get
to see you see you close up oh the things i’ve done for you many a sitch
a friend a man’s been left for you oh the books i’ve read for you the tongues
i’ve bitten for you many a new city for you many risk taken for you (not
a single regret).
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