I fish for a compliment
Instead I get honesty
How many times will you misread me
Honestly
We do life differently
I don’t think like you
You don’t think like me
I think you don’t like me
You don’t like me
Don’t matter what’s most likely
You come home warm
I welcome icy
When I’m bouncing
You depress even dust
And that’s putting it nicely
I poke and poke
Until my bitten nails fly free
But apparently you don’t have that temper
Like you used to
I must not of been introduced yet
To this new you
Dunno if I even want to know him
Because I get a weird kick
Out of this shit creek, upstream rowing
Gail force wind between my septum
And my chin
And I just keep on blowing
You tearing at one sleeve
While I’m at the other, sewing
What if I never find someone
Who’ll laugh at the telly
Five minutes after these tantrums
I have a penchant for throwing?
Who’ll take it to heart
Like I take it to heart
Instead of letting every
Thin-skinned fling
The benefit of a brush-off’s hollowing?
No, we’ll never share perspective
You’ll always be happy with small talk
As I play detective
Looking only to the future
As I ruminate reflective
I’ll carry on ungrateful
For all the things you think we’re blessed with
You’ll stare at me with those
Beautiful, empty eyes
As I focus distant, hectic
Then someone will tell a joke
That’ll make us laugh so hard we choke
And our bellies feel messed with
And in that moment
The world is only ours
We see all colours just as vibrant
Venus will merge with Mars
We won’t consider the irks
And violent quirks
That pepper the polarity of our past
I’ll just know I love you
And you’ll know you love me
In bones and cells and blotted parts
But there’s only so long
The laughs can last
There’s just too much to disagree about
Only so long you can whisper
Before ignorant ears
Push you to shout
Soft close can ruin any good slam
And only so many times you flinch
Before a fist to the nose
Don’t even beckon ouch
We’ll be stood back to back
Until it’s only one of us disagreeing left
Seeing what one called clean as mess
Spilling secrets freely
About stuff the other would have to be tortured
To confess
Electrified by the tools
The other used for rest
You settled by what only caused me stress
But I’m happy to bicker
Happy to see your side
Even if it gives mine a few eyes less
Promise to always move in ways
You’ll never begin to guess
And we did promise
Until death.
by Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 