Pretty Words

I wrote you in ink because I wanted to preserve you,

Even though I knew that words would never do,

All of the poetry in the world could never touch you, or what you meant to me.

Still I tried, and I tried, and I tried,

Writing line after line after line,

I wrote dozens of pages of pages of lyrics and rhymes,

But pretty words mean nothing when you run out of time.

 

I wrote you out when I realized what a mistake I’d made,

You were a coward, and a fake.

You told lie after lie after lie,

But I wrote line after line after line,

And I tried, and I tried, and I tried.

I wrote dozens of pages of lyrics and rhymes,

But pretty words mean nothing when you run out of time.

 

I reluctantly penciled you in when you came back,

But I kept my eraser close at hand,

Somehow knowing that I’d write you in just to write you out again.

 

Time after time after time,

I wrote line after line after line,

And I tried, yeah, I tried, and I tried,

But you told lie after lie after lie.

 

In the end I made a choice and I left you in,

But if it’s pretty poetry you’re after, you’ll have to ask her.

‘Cause I already wrote line after line after line,

Because I fell for lie after lie after lie,

I wrote dozens of pages of lyrics and rhymes,

But pretty words mean nothing when you run out of time,

And pretty words mean nothing when you stop believing the lies,

And I’m all out of pretty words.

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The Drive

I can’t see the lines but I’m pretty sure I’m crossing them,

There were no clear boundary marks, so I kept driving, and no one said stop.

I didn’t feel the rumble strips, heaven knows I might already be a goner,

But there’s no guard at the border,

So I’ll keep driving ’round the corner,

And I’ll either drive to glory or smoke out on the way,

But that’s the drive,

And it’s better than it is to stay.

Fears

I’m scared not to have you.

Sometimes I feel like you’re the only living human being who understands the madness in my head.

I’m scared that no one else will stick by me like you do.

I’m scared that you’re the best friend I’ll ever have, and I’m going to mess that up.

Yes, of course I’m scared.

You’re the only one who’s been here.

You’re the only one who’s ever seemed to care.

But you don’t anymore.

And I don’t, either.

But I’m still scared.

Goodbye To Good Friends

It’s easier to say goodbye to the ones who hurt us,

The ones who broke our hearts, who lied to our faces or stabbed us in the back,

But sometimes goodbyes aren’t cut and dry,

They’re not always “I hate you”, or “You did such and such a thing, and I can’t forgive you.”

Sometimes people just move on,

The friendships just stop making sense, and no matter how hard you want to get back what you had, it doesn’t work anymore.

Those are the hardest goodbyes.

 

An Open Letter To Someplace I Used To Know

Every time your doors were open, I was there.

I tried to make myself into the person you wanted me to be.

I raised my hands and went along with the plans, but I was never home in your arms.