Spent the whole of the ceremony
getting drunk in a back corner,
thinking about all before,
and how I'd like to be the revelation of everyone in that room;
collapse the cathedral walls and raise them new,
leave them all in smiles until the wells run dry
to sit on their hands and wait to go mad,
each in their own time.
I thought we'd gotten past this shit.
I'd hoped we'd gotten past this...
For the record:
"different" doesn't always correlate with good,
and "as good as always"
doesn't necessarily mean anything more than "it was."
Nor does "the same" always make us what it should,
while "the best option"
will never promote comforts at the sacrifice of your love.
I don't live in the same world as you,
don't subscribe to the rules that you do!
And I know what you mean,
the world is what it seems,
but I disagree,
respectfully.
I'll take you as close to Chuck Manson as the Christ child,
harder to wrap your head around than a telephone pole.
Don't damn your devil for a difference of opinion.
Take a sip, live your dream and leave them to their shit.
I'd hoped we'd gotten past this...
I don't live in the world that you do,
don't subscribe to the same rules as you,
but I'm folding, and peeling back this view.
Forever dealing with the news.
I'm finally feeling you.
I, for once, feel you!
But I know this machine
depends on fallacies to steam,
and I won't concede
so easily!
Respectfully,
me.
