Front Row

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

The front row with popcorn

I get to see you, see you close up

I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one

One minute I want to banish you, the next I want to be

On a deserted island with you along with my three favourite

Cd's, ambivalent yet in your bed

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 (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 of 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 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 burdoned

By the lack of perspective people

Have of your charmed life (seemingly)?

I'm in 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

Apparently you've been mispresented dealing with the concept

Of arrows 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 need a health scare

To reprioritize

No, thanks to the soap box

Having me rile against them

Won't make an 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 stich, 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 a risk taken for you

Not a single regret