You’ve been here too long, this life is a bore,
You make the very art of living a bore droning chore.
We’ve done everything together, nothing here can be New,
we’ve explored every nook and cranny, there’s nothing left to do.

then the fight starts, because i start to see
something that is not you, something that is Me.
you can’t let me escape, even though you despise,
all of my hatred, and all of my lies.

The first strike, seduction, oh what i am worth,
How you worship the wonderful day of my birth.
Everything i am, everything i do,
holds a special meaning to you.

but i prevail, to tell my tale…

Your second strike is much more deep and detailed,
into my mind you will seep, my train you’ll derail.
you’ll fracture my thoughts and reality,
and make me question my sanity.

lest i should prevail, to tell my solemn tale…

My ground is unstable, the horizon is gone,
i have only the memory of it to carry on.
You feel justified as i watch you smile,
to get it back will take me a while.

while you prevail, to tell your tale…

of how we were always meant to be,
how can i be so blind not to see?
who can Love then turn their back,
and not expect this big attack?

But i am not moved, i tire of this song,
we’ve been at this party for far too long.
and now i want something different, something new,
now i want something that is not me and you.

5-4-2015