Meathead Monologue

lover long past

i felt like mold in my skin when i stood next to you, knowing all of the things that i thought i might do
there was a breeze in my room when the window was shut, if it happened to be death then i would trust my own gut
when you said that you missed me you forced a nice face, and you'd end up crying because you'd want to erase
all the things that we do and the things that we did, if you wanted to forget me could put down a new bid
you didn't pray to god for something new to say, because at the end of the day it was nothing but gray
you could have started over and over and again and again, searching and weeping around every single bend
but come to find out it was always fruitless of you, to put me first above everyone that cried for you
when you died in your bed on that sunday afternoon, i found out what it felt like to be as far as the moon
in relation to earth you've gone full circle again, maybe next time around god can fix your head

r.k.