You won’t find me condescending at your closed door.
You won’t hear how they feel, 'cause you’ve been there before.
The holiday’s the hardest time to fill in all the blanks,
and you don’t need anyone to correct your mistakes.
Wrap yourself up in the math of our world
Fill up the holes in your heart with details
For all the riddles solved and every puzzle you complete,
can’t seem to find the pieces to the heart that beats.
You master every task but always by the book,
then log it in your past with the risks that you once took.
They left you then, they’ll hurt you now!
Can’t get too close to you or you will cut them down.
And it comes down to me, waiting patiently,
I’ll take my chance with another turn
We risk, we roll, we burn.
At arms length you never get hit--
too much to gamble when you let someone in.
My true friend, I’m spewing
With any luck one positive:
I just might spill some notable insight;
I didn’t think before I purged.
So here I am attempting to unlock the closed door.
I wouldn’t break it down, ’cause you’d be gone for sure.
You might say something nice of me and send it in a card,
or under whiskey breath slur kind words at the bar.
S'alright by me, waiting patiently,
As you stay afloat in the tank you built.
We sink, we’ll never learn.
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