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Rated: E · Poetry · Friendship · #1610652
origianally performed by two people person 1 : verses 1,3&4 person 2 : verses 2,5&6
I’m sick of being the pitiful punch line
You’re no comedian, just being a fiend again
Life isn’t just stand up and how I’m sick of being wound up
But I’ve watched the light glint off the handle
The time I have to wait still
But late, we were late
You give me a hug, not smug, more happy
I was contentment; it wasn’t a sexual need, more greed
For this unwritten creed called love
It was chess
I don’t always understand it but I want to
You were my game,
And it’s a shame, that mutual respect left and came
It was like the tuning was always wrong, and id twist the handles
Trying to perfect an ever-changing song
A melody that could never match its harmony
Let’s just blame the instrument.


You’d happily complain about your predicament
You’d come tell me just how persistent
This damn girl was being
I gave you advice but you just weren’t agreeing
You’d make your excuses and leave her for me
Ill pick up the pieces, we’ll go for coffee
We bought matching shoes, now they’re my reminder
You’d twist and you’d pull, her clockwork toy winder
So set her a course, nice and controlled
Trust me; I won’t let your secrets unfold
But of course in the end, it did all spill out
In her mind there festered this damp crawling doubt
One too many missed dates or not returned calls
And karma did its thing, down came April falls
I think I know you too well to be comfortable with this
I resist, but you choose this moment to reminisce.


I remember standing there, a circus show, everyone performing,
Smiling and posing, but all was not well
Just that morning we fought in hell
What was it for?
Evil words that claim nothing more than a victory
A Neanderthal-esque claimed prophecy
Up there in the painting, I was bare
But I feel so naked right now
Somehow our fights and arguments
Are now public property
How clearly they can see that painting
Our love-child born from heated conflicts and dirty remarks
Because I’m a narcissist, but you’re the antagonist, a catalyst,
In the end, face the blame
There is no answer, no game
It was inevitable, it would have happened all the same
So pull back your accusatorial hand, and de-clench your fist
I held out my palm in good nature
But you’ve made your stand.


For three years I waltzed and I tangoed with him
The six – inch rule, wearing desperately thin
It came to a head, made a mess, like he’d said
So I bided my time and amused myself with him instead
It was simple this game, but began to stagnate
So I upped the tempo and made him translate
What he felt from the words I wanted to hear
And I didn’t stop til’ the truth became clear
I loosened my grasp, for a moment but he was not caught,
I had not the energy for an argument to be fought.
We were getting there; we were just on the cusp
But then you got drunk and gave into lust
She used you, you know, but I s’pose you used her too
It’s just me that’s left isn’t it, somewhat overdue
That apology you gave, I guess it stood for a lot
A rifle shot into a dark night, a lovers knot.
You spun me some tale of woe and despair
Once again you were the victim, blameless in the affair
You had me thinking you were pressured, forced against your will
While all the while you were fully aware, ready for the drill
Supposedly it’s behind us, we’ve kissed and we’ve made up
But the scar still lingers on like lipstick on a coffee cup.


And I suppose were all meant to be friends again now
We’re over the hurdles that youth did allow
I still can’t help thinking
That maybe we’re missing
The point of the ark, the point in the flood
Spilt milk isn’t like spilt blood
It is worth the tears
It’s not just about how it appears,
To you in your mind, in your head
People, they stay dead
They don’t come back to apologize
It’s not all going to be fine
You can’t fix it this time.
But yeah, wake up; get back to your art
You’ll co-operate it’ll be fun
But we need to impart
Give it a month or two
And whose brush strokes are whose?
Which name tag goes where?
Whose feet in whose shoes?
The wire through your lips is starting to strain
Perhaps holding your tongue was all just in vain
All those words still in your mouth
All those thoughts left in your mind
Let’s be honest for once,
What more can you hide?


Okay now its time to contrast and compare
I’ve got a feeling we’re in for an extensive repair
Sometimes I find it hard to look at you straight,
You’ve mutated so much its hard to relate
Any more to those dreams which we once shared
They’re back in the days of diaries and braided hair
I suppose it’s up for discussion, an open debate
What’s left to inflate, desecrate, re criminate
But we’ve fought so many times, it’s a temporary state
This drawn-out combustion, this oxidisation
Petition for adoption, no incentives, no options
I think it maybe time for us to finally part our ways
No longer can we linger in the shadow of ‘the good old days’.

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