Woorden: Alanis Morissette. Front Row.

Do you go to the dungeon to find out
How to make peace with your days in the dungeon
Writing a letter to you didn't make me feel anymore peaceful
Than how I felt when we weren't speaking
Because I didn't cop to what I did.
I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries
I'd like you to be schooled and in awe as though you were kissed by god full on the lips.
I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one one minute
I want to banish the next I want to be
On a deserted island with you alone with my three favourite cd's ambivalent
Yet in your bed we've yet to acknowledge
What really happened slid into the ditch
I have this overwhelming loss of ambition
We said let's name thirty good reasons why we shouldn't be together
I started by saying things like you smoke you live in new jersey (too far)
You started saying things like you belong to the world
All of which could have been easily refuted but the conversation was hypothetical
I am totally short of breath for you
Why can't you shut
You're stuff off...
I'm in the front row, the front row with popcorn I get to see you see you close up
And I laughed until my lungs hurt I love how you bust my chops
You don't always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable
Unfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current state
I think we should be careful of how much time we spend together
... for a while while I'm speaking you know how much you hate to be interrupted
Maybe spend some time alone fill up your proverbial cup
So that it doesn't always have to be about you
I've been wanting your undivided attention
I like the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of perspective people have of your charmed life (seemingly?) I'm in the front row the front row with popcorn
I get to see you see you close up
You never meant to be ungrateful nor held up to be whipped or wept for
Certainly not analysed prodded at more ways than one
Apparently you've been misrepresented
Dealing with the concept of arrows being slung towards your outrageous fortune
Hey I'm not mad at you guardian
I'm mad at myself for spending so much time with you and your jeckly and hydeness
I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist
You laughed a wicked laugh and said
Come here let me clip your wings!
(I know he's blood but you can still turn him away
You don't owe him anything)
Raise the roof he yelled
Yeah raise the roof! I yelled back.
(Unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize. )