Cabin Fever

Secondary Assistant

1-10-05

I'm a million-dollar pervert
with a heart of glass
and you're Genny Lite with a touch
of something missing
somewhere deep inside.
Your loneliness is contagious,
pathetically enthralling
and I don't want to blink
just in case I miss something dangerous.
What childhood drama
is rearing its head now
while you waste away another sorrow
about how your life sucks
and no one cares about you
this time?
You want answers? Stop asking questions
and start making decisions.
You'll never find them in me;
I wasn't put here to be loved.
I go and roll and roll and I'll never know...
and I'll never change because
I like the miserable ways I am
and I'm happy with my inadequacies
and confident in my faults.
I'm not your mirror but I know your luck
and it hurts to be so defeated
so admiring me will get you nowhere,
as will admonishing me
for being so goddamned right
all
the
time.
Jealousy won't work this time, toots.
Either you're in or you're out.
Take what you were given
or make something better,
something that'll make you happy
and you can finally call your own.
Maybe then you'll stop wasting my time.