I know he's blood but you can still turn him
away
You don't owe him anything
Do you go to the dungeon?
To find out how to make pe-eace
With your days in the dungeon
Writing a letter to ya
Didn't make me feel anymore peaceful
Than how I felt when we weren't speaking
Because I didn't cop to what I did
I can't love you
'Cause were supposed to have professional boundaries
I'd like you to be schooled and in awe
As though you were kissed by God full on the lips
I'm in the front row
The front row
With popcorn
I get to see you
See you
Close up
I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one minute
I want to banish you the next I want to be on a deserted island
with you along with my three favourite CD's ambivalent yet in
your bed we've yet to acknowledge what really happe-ened.
Slid into the ditch
I have this overwhelming
Loss of ambition we said let's name
Thirty good reasons
Why 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've been easily refuted
But the conversation was
Hypothetical I am totally short of breath
For you why can't you shut your stuff off?
I'm in the front row
The front row
With popcorn
I get to see you
See you
Close u-up
And I laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops
you don't always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable
unfortunately
I cannot reciprocate in my current state I think we should be
careful
of how much time we spend together
For a while I'm speaking
You know how much you hate to be interrupted
Maybe spend some time alone
Fill up your proverbial cup so
That it doesn't always have to be about you
I've been wanting your undivided attention
I like the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of
Perspective people have of your charmed life
Seemingly
I'm in the front row
The front row
With popcorn
I get to see you
See you
Close up
You never meant to be ungrateful nor held up to be whipped or
wept
for certainly not analysed prodded at more ways than one
apparently
you've been misrepresented dealing with the concept of arrows
being
slung towards your outrageous fortune.
Hey I'm not mad at you guardian
I'm mad at myself for spending so much time with you
And your Jekyll and Hydeness
I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist
You laughed a wicked laugh
And said "Come here let me clip your wings"
I know he's blood but you can still turn him away
You don't owe him anyhting
"Raise the roof" he yelled
"Yeah raise the roof" I yelled back
Unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize
No thanks to the soap box
Having me rile
Against them won't make an ounce of difference
I'm in the front row
The front row
With popcorn
I get to see you
See you-ou
Close up
Oh the things I've done for you many a sitch a friends a man's
been
left for you oh the books I've read for you the tongues I've
bitten
for you many a new city for you many a risk taken for you (not a
single regret)