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I’m sure you thought you were perfectly clear, but I was confused.
I’m sure you thought you were perfectly clear
But both of these things can’t be true.
You kept on singing “Don’t say you love me,”
I may as well have sung “Love Fool.”
I always wanted a rock n roll lover,
But you kept singing showtunes.
It’s okay.
I needed time to waste, was getting sick of your tongue-taste.
I only did my best to keep things close to the chest.
I’m sure you thought you were perfectly clear, but I felt so used.
I’m sure you thought you were perfectly clear,
But both of these things can’t be true.
My mind keeps on playing the last things you told me,
Like there’s a scratch on the groove.
I only wanted to win you over,
Just feels like every time I lose.
It’s okay.
I needed time to waste, was getting sick of your tongue-taste.
But since we’re both undressed, would you just play a request?
I dive headfirst into expectations so fast that I almost drown,
getting lost in self-medication, waiting for someone to turn me around.
I got played, out of time, out of key,
Before it even started you were over me.
It’s okay.
I needed time to waste, but there’s a time and a place.
At the end of the day, you left me cold and grey.
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A lady awoke and said “Existence is hard.”
I said, “It’s living that’s the challenge.
To exist all you’ve got to do is keep yourself fed.”
I tried to console her but she wouldn’t crack a smile,
except perhaps in response to some sarcastic quip.
But some of us don’t know how to fake it.
Some of us wish it wasn’t required.
We climb while looking downward,
And we get so tired.
I’ve been thinking about baseball and bondage and novels and notes.
I’ve got a couple jobs but I don’t think much of those.
I’ve made some honest attempts to find replacements,
But still I think about her.
Is she happy out of Cali,
And would she appreciate the irony of me writing this for her?
But some of us don’t know how to fake it.
Some of us wish it wasn’t required.
We climb while looking downward,
And we get so tired.
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