Front Row
Do you go to the dungeon.To find out how to make peaceWith your days in the dungeon?
Writing a letter to you didn't make me any more peacefulThan how I felt when we weren't speaking.Because I didn't cop to what I did.I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries.
I'd like you to be schooled and in aweAs though you were kissed by God full on the lips.
I'm in the front rowThe front row with popcorn.I get to see you close up.
I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by oneoneMinute I want to banish you the next I want to be on a deserted islandWith you along with my three favorite CD'sAmbivalent yet in your bedWe've yet to acknowledge what really happened.
Slid into the ditch.I have this overwhelming loss of ambitionWe said let's name thirty good reasonswhy we shouldn't be together.I started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in New Jersey"You started saying things like "you belong to the world"All of which could have been easily refutedBut the conversation was hypotheticalI am totally short of breath for youWhy can't you shut your stuff off.
I'm in the front row,The front row with popcornI get to see you see you close up.
And I laughed until my lungs hurtI love how you bust my chopsYou don't always feel seenSometimes you feel erasableUnfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current stateI think we should be careful of how much timewe spend together.
For a while I'm speakingYou know how much you hate to be interruptedMaybe spend some time alone fill up your proverbial cupSo that it doesn't always have to be about youI've been wanting your undivided attentionI like the fact that you're nothing like meAre you not burdened by the lack of perspective peopleHave of your charmed life (seemingly)?
I'm in the front rowThe front row with popcornI get to see you see you close up.
You never meant to be ungrateful nor held upTo be whipped or wept for certainly not analyzedProdded at more ways than one apparently you've beenMisrepresented dealing with the concept of arrowsBeing slung towards your outrageous fortune.
Hey I'm not mad at you guardianI'm mad at myself for spending so much timeWith you and your jeckyl and hydenessI'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wristYou laughed a wicked laugh and said 'come here let me clipyour wings'(I know he's blood but you can still turn him awayyou don't owe him anything)
"Raise the roof" he yelled "yeah raise the roof" I yelled back.(unfortunately you need a health scare toreprioritize)No thanks to the soap box.Having me rile against them won't make an ounce of difference.
I'm in the front rowThe front row with popcorn.I get to see you see you close up.
Oh the things I've done for you many a sitchA friend a man's been left for you oh the booksI've read for you the tongues I've bitten for you many a newCity for you manyA risk taken for you (not a single regret).