Curb

 

I was waiting in a restaurant/ you were coming up behind/ looking to exercise my pity/ maybe exorcise your mind/ you went crazy first semester/ lost the beat you once had heard/ so you became a telemarketer/ & you'd have a license if you could stop hitting the curb.

 

cause you know if you wrote a novel/ it would be about a room/ that they stick you in to calm your mind/ but you come out of it & loom/ when we were lying in the hallway/ closer than our walls could stand/ home to accidental touches/ & the anger of your hand/ as I'd hear your lonely love songs/ as I'd taste your frightened kiss/ you know sometimes it would cross my mind/ that danger is like this.

 

you were staring in the window/ I was playing video games/ although Atari's a poor substitute/ for who I actually wanna maim/ & tonight I'll tell the story/ make it cutting & absurd/ but don't laugh too loud when you hear it/ lest you forget why I kicked your ass to the curb.

 

cause you know your life is a one way street/ with all the road signs taken down/ you know rage won't bring you happiness/ but it will surely bring renown/ when we were standing at a crossroads/ you were telling me my sins/ preaching lies of my stupidity/ for the trouble you are in/ as I'd cry for complications/ as I'd dodge your spinning fist/ you know sometimes it would cross my mind/ that murders start like this.

 

I have been thrown down/ I have been kicked around/ I have been called every name in the book by you/ I have been thrown out/ I have been kicked about/ I have been insulted til I believe it was true/ & every time that I think I am done with you/ it seems you'll never be done with me/ so I will stand up tall, I will stand my ground/ like Weebles I'll wobble but I won't get knocked down...

 

CAN'T KNOCK ME DOWN!

 

we were driving on the highway/ you said we were doing fine/ then I closed my eyes in terror/ as we crossed the center line/ you said we would die together/ & it's more than I deserve/ but I woke up merely dreaming/ just before you declared your hatred for the curb.

 

I think you need some boundaries/ I think you need some therapy/ I think you need a discovery/ you need to close this door/ cause I've divorced your memory/ & I got friends who care for me/ & we're gonna sit here playing D&D/ til I don't think about you anymore.

 

 

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