Face The Music

We used to talk….

Like I was the bottom lip to your top

Like I was the creative thought in your rock

Like I was the logic when you ready to pop

Like I was river that could burst through your mental block

But lately?

Lately I’m not digging the sentimental

Feeling like you pretending so you could seep into my mental

Maybe it’s the guilt for agreeing to lend my heart for this rental

The torn tapestry of the picture that was once so clear

Listening and feeling all the sweet words about how you love being near

But maybe you just love me as your property

So you make often appearances to make sure no one else is copping me

Selfish- but I’ve always known it from the get go

Steady making time like I’m a watch maker in the studio

But if I’m facing facts, maybe we’re both holding on to dead dreams

Like a piece of clothing you bought that you thought was good- but it’s separating by the seams

Was I just willing to deal with it because I felt I couldn’t let go

Like if this was all I deserved – just the tip of the iceberg and my heart can only float

And the lesson the universe gives is to let go, and be clean

Be free of attachments but not unions is to be filled and not gleaned

Maybe it’s time that we just part ways

Because at this point I don’t know what else to say

Definitely feel like I’m going Insane

I can’t be the pleasure to you if you unintentionally cause me pain