I am tired of waiting in the middle
Of placing my faith on either side
In both hope and inevitability
I am so tired of relinquishing power
To those who never deserved it
Tired of tying my heart to a balloon string
And auctioning it off to those with
Their heads in the clouds
And feet not planted on solid grounds
  But for you
For you I would have done it
A million times over, maybe more
And I never would have grown tired
I could have given you  every piece of me
And still have given you more
  But you were tired too
And soon grew tired of me
I was far too docile for you to love
Far too expected, never enough wild
To satisfy your pallet
Said if I was a spice, I'd be sugar
So i suppose you never had much
Of a sweet tooth anyway
I was never much good at chemistry
Never really got it but I tried
Tried to alter my molecular make up
In attempt to fix myself into
Something more bitter for you
Found I could never shrink myself
Small enough to become what you wanted
  And eventually I stopped trying
Eventually I grew tired
Tired of speaking of you
Like the last drop of water
Or last molecule of oxygen in the atmosphere
Or a planet, or my entire night sky
I grew tired of your 3 ring circus
Of you keeping me around
Like just another one of your acts
I have assumed the title of ring leader now
And you, my silly little boy
Are just a clown