connecting*the*dots

damn…
the months have just crawled on by
i thought time was really going to fly
all i keep hearing in my head
is myself telling me to get the lead
out of my system
i’ve got 32 years of wisdom
that tells me you’re not going to call
not going to show your face at all
but for some reason i keep putting my smarts on the back shelf
refusing to move on
i got swingeritis
my love jones long from being long gone
so now i sit in the dark
in my shorts and t-shirt and week old socks
drinking oj from the carton
staring at my pet turtle’s rocks
i keep wondering why you left me
i know
it’s a pathetic sight
but moving on without that closure
is like a lewis-tyson fight
no mas
i’m beat
i keep thinking about what could’ve been
and then i remember what i consider to be a true friend
one that doesn’t split town when things get tough
one that supports you when times are rough
one that shares laughter as well as the tears
one that supplies courage when all that’s left is fear
man this shit is ridiculous
i feel like i’m dropping a hallmark card
found in the “missing you” category
i’m such a fucking retard
i guess it’s time i turn on the lights and open the window a crack
breathe in the fresh air and forget the things i lack
the one that i miss up in the comforts of good ol’ mass
but it’s time i sip from my own cup
and drink my oj from a glass