Oct 2021
It gets me down
It gets me down
When I see your tears welling up like raindrops forming in the skies
You claim to be a fan of constructive criticism
But when it appears right in front of your eyes
You take it to heart like it’s said with vile derision
Yet I’ve always liked that side of you
It let’s me know you care more than you’d liked to show
A bit like me too
I think we’re both consumed by anger after a lifetime of neglect
I guess that’s why whenever we’re side by side they say I’m the spit of you
Or words close to that effect
But for some reason I can’t see it
I think it’s my brains way of tricking me for my own protection
A deflection tactic designed to manipulate my mind
Because it knows how much I miss doing the things we used to do
And with a clear mindset
A well thought out introspection
I struggle to understand why I turned my back
And recklessly abandoned you with a lack of understanding
I think it’s only then
When you lose someone you thought you’d be there with at the end
You learn and grow to become the person you’re supposed to be
Up until then I’ll admit I was just pretending
Winging it completely and simply waiting for the day of ultimate humiliation
As that, a cold hard desolation
Was the only certainty I had incoming to my life
I’d be a bare faced liar if I told you I never saw it coming
But despite the brutal agony of being one body light
I’m certain I’m all the better for it tonight
I suppose that’s why I’ve developed a new found faux confidence
Everything I say is said with assertion and sincerity
At least I have since I stopped letting my insecurities take a hold of me
Yet all that goes out of the window
When I’m confronted with the prospect of having a conversation with you
I know it’s frustrating
I’ve even considered substance abuse and becoming a new age recluse
But I can’t seem to shake these chains loose
So you might as well take it as a compliment
And hold the position of acquiesce that you’ll always rev up this charged up nervousness
That only appears when you come into view
Whether that’s at a distance or when we’re in the same room
So unlike when I catch myself in the mirror
Where the aging process accelerates with every passing day
I can’t see this feeling ever changing
And with every encounter that notion gets a little clearer
Yeah
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
When I see your tears welling up like raindrops forming in the skies
You claim to be a fan of constructive criticism
But when it appears right in front of your eyes
You take it to heart like it’s said with vile derision
Yet I’ve always liked that side of you
It let’s me know you care more than you’d liked to show
A bit like me too
I think we’re both consumed by anger after a lifetime of neglect
I guess that’s why whenever we’re side by side they say I’m the spit of you
Or words close to that effect
But for some reason I can’t see it
I think it’s my brains way of tricking me for my own protection
A deflection tactic designed to manipulate my mind
Because it knows how much I miss doing the things we used to do
And with a clear mindset
A well thought out introspection
I struggle to understand why I turned my back
And recklessly abandoned you with a lack of understanding
I think it’s only then
When you lose someone you thought you’d be there with at the end
You learn and grow to become the person you’re supposed to be
Up until then I’ll admit I was just pretending
Winging it completely and simply waiting for the day of ultimate humiliation
As that, a cold hard desolation
Was the only certainty I had incoming to my life
I’d be a bare faced liar if I told you I never saw it coming
But despite the brutal agony of being one body light
I’m certain I’m all the better for it tonight
I suppose that’s why I’ve developed a new found faux confidence
Everything I say is said with assertion and sincerity
At least I have since I stopped letting my insecurities take a hold of me
Yet all that goes out of the window
When I’m confronted with the prospect of having a conversation with you
I know it’s frustrating
I’ve even considered substance abuse and becoming a new age recluse
But I can’t seem to shake these chains loose
So you might as well take it as a compliment
And hold the position of acquiesce that you’ll always rev up this charged up nervousness
That only appears when you come into view
Whether that’s at a distance or when we’re in the same room
So unlike when I catch myself in the mirror
Where the aging process accelerates with every passing day
I can’t see this feeling ever changing
And with every encounter that notion gets a little clearer
Yeah
It gets me down
It gets me down
