Make-believe
pretend I still care.
All your useless wishing
hasn't really gotten you this far.

Can't you see
that I nod my head in all the right places.
Most of your words are meaningless
but still you talk more than your due.

Fallacy
sleep on the bed of nails that you laid.
Bringing back all the sorrow to kill all your demons
wishing that the devil could still play.

I want you to know that
while you weren't looking
I slipped a gun into
your carry-on bag.

It's business as usual
you cope with your denials
I cope with my bottle
can't stand what this means.

Medicate
all your problems away.
Just ignore all the labels
and the prescribed dosage limit.

Vindicate
hypocracy is your game.
It took a lot of effort
to get your lies turned to blame.

What does this mean
when you can't live without the bottle?
Wake up surrounded by glass friends and little white admirers
all calling your name.

What you see
is what you have broken.
Reassemble the pieces by throwing out the instructions
jumbled and messed-up as I am.

Remember your lines
I remember your lies
you remember my times
I didn't care.

Too many times that I...
too many times that you...
too many times that we...
too late; goodbye.

04/14/2012