Back Burner

This doesn't have to end,

But it should.

We used to help each other out,

Now it doesn't feel good.

So go back to your room

And hide with your cellophane.

All twisted up in two

Like Caliban you've seen it all

Without language to use.

The phonecalls stopped,

The letters, too.

Maybe we passed on the street,

Pretended we never knew.

It might be worth the effort

But we don't have the time

Or the will to intrude.

Sooner or later you have to choose

Between one set of lies and another.

It's nothing new.

But like it or not,

There's part of me in you.

I don't know if I'll ever see you again

And there's one thing I'll never understand.

It's like the words that we said

Rolled over to play dead

And we kissed them goodbye

And never questioned why.