Balancing Act

[rowens]

They tell me you keep your car parked in back.
It was always clean and shiny sitting in my driveway,
there was some kind of pride you kept hidden
in it, some kind of charm you mentioned
in minced mumbles, too proud for me to hear.
I know that's not how it is now.

You wasted your youth on scumbags
and made up your beauty with drugs;
until, finally, they only covered up the things
you wanted to be seen.

I was never good;
if I wasn't bad, it's because no one really gave me the chance.
I was bad in other ways.
Everything I hated, I hated with style; and nothing
you could do made me hate you,
and that's why you left.

You had to make the big scene or nothing;
and you never trusted me to lay anything down on a swindle,
so you chose nothing.

I know you're happy.
No one does anything that doesn't make them happy,
even if it's misery that keeps them coming.
And you're too good for even that.

So when you're sad you think of me;
and when you fall in pleasure you don't think anything,
because life is long and
people die.

[Bunx]

They tell me you keep your car parked in back.
It was always clean and shiny sitting in my driveway,
there was some kind of pride you kept hidden
in it, some kind of charm you mentioned
in minced mumbles, too proud for me to hear.
I know that's not how it is now.

You wasted your youth on scumbags
and made up your beauty with drugs;
until, finally, they only covered up the things
you wanted to be seen.

I was never good;
if I wasn't bad, it's because no one really gave me the chance.
I was bad in other ways.
Everything I hated, I hated with style; and nothing
you could do made me hate you,
and that's why you left.

You had to make the big scene or nothing;
and you never trusted me to lay anything down on a swindle,
so you chose nothing.

I know you're happy.
No one does anything that doesn't make them happy,
even if it's misery that keeps them coming.
And you're too good for even that.

So when you're sad you think of me;
and when you fall in pleasure you don't think anything,
because life is long and
people die.

I was in a band called pizza club, i find these lyrics to be an appropriate response to this Ode to said lover.
"If this is hell, I am a demon spinning his devilish trick. But if this is heaven then i am an angel, but. Such heaven could never exist"
Good or bad we are all black or brown. this poem highlights that shade of grey that is a little darker then most, but is almost necessary.

[rowens]

I wrote it at night. And my room is rather grey.