We agreed to call it quits when it wasn't fun anymore. And it wasn't fun anymore for a long, long while. We ignored the exit signs because an uneexpected love bloomed and so we redefined the terms of the termination because we missed the first by miles. And determination turned to depression bitterness and resentment, then misdirected rage. I didn't want to end on sadness pain and disillusionment, so I tried to patch and glue the last good bits back together But i kept ******* up and it wasn't possible to make another attempt.
All I wanted was a peaceful ending
A pleasant parting between longtime friends
We'd agreed that it wouldn't be a big thing,
A painful splitting, uneven without amends
But what I got was tragic, uncompromising static
And the loss of my best friend
Im Sorry that I ****** up.
I thought I could do better than I did.
Is the one I don't like,
The one I keep tucked away.
The one that always ***** things up just to have something funny to say.
Is the one I was talking about when I had nothing else to say.
Is the one I warned you about back when we first got together and talked everything out.
Is the one I try to avoid
In my mind, anyway.
This is what I meant when I told you I was trouble,
I warned you before-hand to keep a lookout for mistakes
The more I make,
more I keep making,
I've lost control of everything.
Is what I mentioned might ruin everything
Will it or won't it?
Statistically its the same.
It seems the odds don't change no matter how unlikely is the thing.
Will it to be or don't, but don't wait to hear an answer.
To be or not to be
Is not really that important.
Its not even the question.
If "to be" was how it's supposed to be, how come "not to be" is an option?
So how do I "not to be,"
if I think therefore I am, and do I believe that I am even if I think it?
And where am I when I don't believe in myself and my convictions?
Does it even matter what I think when I can't be sure if I exist? And if I might not be then what am I still doing here, when I could not be?
Should I stay or should I go?
But could I go and no one know?
And why bother leaving
when I know that if I go
it might be that no one would even miss me?
Might as well just stay here where my odds are 50/50.
"People don't think it be like it is, but it do"
Not sure where this one was headed, but I guess it got there. Or maybe it didn't. It feel like it's a poor attempt to obfuscate a simple thought through too many words. I guess everything in the sketch is t always good, but it's better than nothing, which is mostly what I've been writing...
(A Public Service anouncment)
We, the creatures of the night, are the rattlers of chains;
The seekers of magic; the bearers of the flame.
Howling shadows beckon and shimmer with laughter in refrain;
and the screeching darkness holds terror and wonder waiting to be claimed;
In back alley juke joints, shitholes, and diners, down sidestreets and highways, we search for the thing that sparks and ignites us, that dances and delights us, that reminds us that living is more than just work interrupted by sleep; there's excitement, adventure, pleasure, and pain.
The sun burns too bright to see the light which we contain;
yet, in the dark but a spark is as bright as any flame.