Lyrics
The anticipation of doomed-to-hear words
Has somehow prepared me, confirmed, and assured
Such expected conclusions the sharp quills have drawn.
And so, sure enough, speculation's spot-on.
But where is the rage, and the jealous response,
Or any concern that my heart really wants
To experience; feelings that leave me distraught?
I knew it would hurt, but it really does not.
I'm shocked that I'm so numb.
I could have sworn that I'd be worse at this,
Too mocked that I've succumb
Unto my inner, on-call optimist
Whose house-calls always spilled
My glasses, halfway filled.
I walked, not crying, from
Those milk-spilt puddles. Why did I resist?
I've chalked it up to some-
Thing that my pessimism always missed.
And now that I've been billed,
I clean up and rebuild.
With mind still in residence, heart has moved on
To puddle-free sidewalks and greener-grass lawn.
As I perch on this fence on the other side's land,
It's you I am over, but I understand.
I'm shocked that I'm so numb.
I could have sworn that I'd be worse at this,
Too mocked that I've succumb
Unto my inner, on-call optimist
Whose house-calls always spilled
My glasses, halfway filled.
I walked, not crying, from
Those milk-spilt puddles. Why did I resist?
I've chalked it up to some-
Thing that my pessimism always missed.
And now that I've been billed,
I clean up and rebuild.
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