Month: September 2018

Just so
No one else
Knows what
I’m talking about
I need you
To twist
And shout

The ambiguity
Is killing me

I wanted to go
But they wouldn’t let me
You wanted to stay
But they made you leave

Oh how my friend
I would give anything
To trade places with you
Then maybe you would be here
Where you belong
And I’d be over there
Long gone

Why couldn’t
You have
Told me
You don’t
Like me
Like that?

I picked a fight with the Quartermaster
He chopped off my limbs–that was a disaster
But the Cleric put the pieces back together
And still had time to enjoy the weather
So I looked for my pal Sal the Court Jester
Since humor’s a wound best left to fester
From the Cook I was to discover
My pal now works for the Prince of Manchester
Oh why am I the last to know?

Trying to convince
Myself that you’re
Not interested in me
Anymore

You said I
Could find forever
If I kept on looking–
But I was only
Lying to myself

And every time
I see you
I mostly feel sad

If the cavalry
Hasn’t arrived
By now
It probably
Never will

I’d rather be
Someone else’s
Unicorn