So now she is turning a corner,
Wants to leave me again
Though it's sad, I really should warn her
You can only break up so many times
Before losing us to absurdity.
Without becoming farcical, she said:
How can we continue if you're telling the truth and I still don't believe you?
So now she is getting tired,
Wondering if it's a peak or precipice
And just how to labor forward
When her man is a mess and never there.
Though, it's sad being apart, but it's
Much worse to gather in silence
Because more than just civility, we need laughter, happiness, madness, anything!
Our love is senile,
Like a blind child bumping into walls!
Say it's not guilt keeping us together,
How can we support each others' wills?
Our love is senile,
Like we don't recognize each other!
Somehow we relapsed to being strangers,
We're scuttling on tiles in our sacred realm
Now it's time to play the socialist,
And protect my little chick from our problems and confusion
This evasiveness is no solution!

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