getting closer

on lovers

they dress the part to prove that 'something' to the world
it is a show, put on for the audience of their lives
and cozy and comfortable it is
what a pair they say
and your relationship becomes the height of talk
drifting upon the lips of many a friend
many a foe

well he does that because...
she always does this...
that's why he...
what? how could you say that?...
no no no it's him...
but if she didn't...
than he wouldn't...
and if none of the above
what is there really?

boredom staring into the eyes of boredom
drama staring into the eyes of drama
for the sake of something to bitch about
what a trend
the game 'bitchfest'
let's talk about everything that is fucked up
let's give in to the substance abuse
domestic violence
opressed silence

what ever happened to putting your heart on the line?
not safety, not childish endeavors of drunk driving
nor glaze for days, breathalizers and games
what ever happened to honesty?

so many masks, so many obstacles
just to get a little closer
one's whole life built around getting closer to another person
put like that, i think, what's wrong with that?

aha! but there is something disturbing
something never quite settled in that gut of yours
because after all of this chess playing is done
after the moving in, getting a pet, sharing a home
split the bills and have breakfast in bed
explore your bodies and meet the family
what is left?
happiness ever after?
you, someday, telling stories of 'once upon a time'

how 'bout once upon a time there was youth
there was where i could have been some body
those naked nights of young
useless nights of drink
coughing up a lung
so much money to pretend
so many unaccountable nights for a fight
getting aggression out
all to the wrong people
guns pointed at the wrong lover
the wrong mother
doesn't even look like my father
never could be my brother

but nonetheless here lies the blame
never me
always you
never you
always me

so chase him down
i think you're catching up
put your fool foot forward
leave your dignity out of the room

no one really wants the truth
not these days
that's not the cocktail of choice
oh no
never that
johnny walker black. neat please.