I’d Sooner Date Your Shadow

If only Fate would commit
To what irony would see fit,
But then you’d be smothered by your own wasted breath.
So in honor of your perfection,
And to prevent a resurrection,
I’d love to mark your time of death.

You would want that right?
For me to pay attention to details?

You were always right.
You were always right.
You were always right.
You were always rightfully ignored by all of your imaginary friends
Despite your desperate attempts to impress them.

But
I will support you.
I’ll be the couch you’re laying down on
When the psychologists announce that
You’re clinically insane.

I will heal you
I’ll be the surgeon for your heart transplant
Because studies show that black holes
Fail to give adequate circulation
Fear not. As always,
The bill’s on me.

I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best care.
I’d give you the best charismatically aggressive anthem that my vocal chords ever would have dared to recite.
With a tone that could reach your elegant ears
and words that would ignite the airwaves ferrying them.
And your eyes will see truth.

You have the most beautiful eyes.
You have the most colorful eyes.
You have the most sobering eyes.
You have the most sadistic isolating stare that would cause God Himself to cry…
Out of self-pity

We are both train wrecks
But I will stop dead on my tracks
And in a shower of sparks and deafening din
I will shout to the world of mice and men
“I am no Jesus”
And I will proclaim to the cities
“I am no Caesar”
And I will tell to the people
“I am no James Dean”
And I will whisper to myself, most quietly of all:
“I am no better than you”


Maverick
02:52:12 PM