the sharp cowardice of your verbal assault
is not dulled by how often your words are minced.
you can't make me surer that this is my fault,
so, just who is it you're trying to convince?

'cause it seems to me like it's your biggest fear
to let yourself assume any part of blame
so you forsake me and all good things sincere
for the sake of your own comfort and good name.

do you hide behind this belief that you've made
that your strategic omissions weren't lies?
you're deluded to think truth has but one shade.
Inaction can be dishonesty's disguise.

if I had the chance of ever being your pick
then it was hanging on a very weak string
unraveled under weight from more and more bricks
in the form of unkind, petty little things.

while you gladly let them build into a wall
all the time, yourself not alone on your side;
I was climbing ladders to add to the fall
of seeing just what this damned wall had to hide.

so, I've come to think that we must disagree
about one rather fundamental belief:
there's quite a difference between really caring
and just liking the attention you receive.

I can't help but think that I'd have been safer
if my heart had been grown two sizes too small
everyone knows that the blow is much greater
if you are willing to take such a grand fall.

maybe the climb would have been less of a dash
or I'd have withstood your lift of the summit
which might have muffled the violence of the crash
or all together prevented this plummet.



10/23/06
 
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