I can colour in the lines,
and draw in 3-D
But even that would never make you see.
I can do a funny dance
One of old fasion and style,
Maybe the twist
or maybe spin the dial.
I can laugh and i can cry
Sometimes for no reason,
Sometimes wishing to die.
I can fly and i can sing
In my mind i might even win.
I can see and i can hear
Much to your contrary belief of me
From your rear.
I can sleep and i can wake
I can read and i can bake
But pick on me you managed to do
For trivial things like the way i tied my shoe.
I used to think i was good at all these things
but i all i had to do was picture you
Picture you i would and all hope was gone
Gone with the wind for someone else
Perhaps a strong person would use it to take a stand
But none of this matters
because you've done it all
Even turn on my mp3
The volume not starting low.
But in all my life, i think i win
For i have tried even if i lost the spin
In all my life never once have i seen you try
Try like you never expected to die
And for this i thankyou
For that's the reason i can now
Now do all these things without picturing you.
...well maybe that's not entirely true...
From time to time (all the time)
I do still picture you
But it's getting less and less now (you lying cow)
And i acknowledge what you did with a bow
(to spit on your shoe)
I can think of your failure and push right on through.
I know that might not be the nicest thing,
But after all you left many rings.
Yes, i admire your trying
And your lack of dying
But maybe in life it helps to let someone through
Someone to help you tie your shoe.
I'm glad that you're happy
In a weird kind of way
For i can't help but see you and remember the way
You don't say hello
You don't say goodbye
Maybe we just needed to let it die.
I'm sorry if i hurt you with my painful presence
But at least i don't squeeze out your every essence.