Sunday, April 1, 2012

Broken Branches

Hold on to the illusion
that one day it will get better,
Hold on to it because you know
the alternative is bitter

And it’s quicker

To fight with a smile on your face
Instead of counting
the time that you waste

We had some words
Yeah, and we always came apart
I never found my way back to the start

And I can tell

You never really adjusted well
In this purgatory or hell,
you know...the place you dwell

You’re in limbo in my mind
And I’m stuck in the rewind
Wrote it so many times –
if only I could find

Just a way-just a sentinel,
some road to follow
I would beg, I would borrow,
I would give away tomorrow

Does it matter really?

You slander me so freely
It’s not an accident
but a choice you make daily

I’m the broken branches
of a tree with rotten roots
I’m evil too boot and it’s not that cute

I’m just a mean person –
I’m the jerk you love to hate
I’m everything that grates
on your nerves, it’s too late

I can’t be changed.

It doesn’t matter much
All I am is out of touch
I fall behind on
every point of adult life.

And it’s fine

This misery is purely mine
And I’ll love it dearly
until the end of my time.