Sunday, March 12, 2006

Uncomfortable Romance

Written by Crybaby
Copyright 2006


Good afternoon to you too as
You become the stranger invited in
'take a seat please'
in that uncomfortable chair
I'll make you some tea while
you try to sit and adjust yourself into
the one
where you just can't keep your back straight
where your feet don't touch the ground
you don't feel like much of a man now
You just couldn't sit back and relax
You just couldn't sit still and read me front to back
I guess you judge a book by it's cover, we all do
what else is new
you did nothing much else today
you said nothing much to me that day
but in that uncomfortable chair
you managed to fall asleep

A desire inside of me is being stirred that
Has never been stirred before
And for the first time you aren't the one holding the spoon.
You've dished it out, you've taken it all
But now you put it down
I'm just not hungry anymore
I've lost my appetite, somehow
Mr. Stochansky begins the drum roll
as we roll out through the kitty cat door
out there in the pouring rain
and we stand out on the porch watching
words fly south for the winter
bird migration has gotten all screwed up
since man polluted the air
And I don't know which way I'm going anymore
since you've been breathing in mine

I'm sorry to have kept you
You were like a pet
something to look after
to feed and play with
in your nocturnal phase of the day
shake hands
your feet land on the last step
fiddle with the gate
open and close it
walking away
spiraling down your next path

I'm still standing
in this uncomfortable romance
I am the woman who stutters
and I will dream of you night after night
because nightmares comes from stomach knots
and twisted up days of regret and misunderstandings
Superman fly's home now
migrating to another home for the winter

I will find a nest on a hurricane swept island
I'll head for higher ground when it starts to rain
And when I see my home floating away
I will come back down and create a new one
because I'm still standing in this
uncomfortable romance
my tear ducts are tired and sore
but I'm still standing
in this uncomfortable romance

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