Kicking the Chair
2003-09-08 - 7:03 p.m.

Is anyone close enough,
To hear me say I wanted more,
Or at least someone who cared,
Or who’d pretend they did,
For long enough,
For me to think it might be more,
Than an unrequited crush,
If that were something new,
We’d have something to sing about,
Something to scream about,
But it’s old hat,
All that crap,
About wanting it to be more,
When it couldn’t be less,
There’s nowhere else to go,
But when it grows,
It seems bigger,
So what do you expect?
If I’m pitiful, pity me,
I guess I want pity,
If that gets me someone,
To warm me through the night,
And if not, I’d freaking well pay,
To hear that it wasn’t,
But it should be, could be,
Another empty wish,
And it might be,
But the sky speaks much differently,
Like it matters at all,
And I’m tired of asking,
I’d much rather just know,
And I’ve heard that you do,
But I guess that I don’t,
If I did, I’d be somewhere,
Much brighter than here,
So pretend I’m not holding this gun to heart,
With one twitch of the trigger,
I’ll blow it apart,
If it weren’t in a million pieces,
Already.
And every girl I’ve thought I loved,
That doesn’t love me,
And doesn’t even care,
I don’t need them,
I’m not paranoid,
But it’s too oblique to say,
And too quiet to hear.
A romantic could never pull the cord,
Never kick the chair,
I still believe there is love,
Somewhere.