Not all things ‘happen for a reason’
Some outcomes are good old fashioned fucks ups
You didn’t think hard or fast enough to prevent or undo.
Whereas, I refuse to be marked with the indelible, and
That’s the real difference between me and you
You: create new unsatisfactory realities; settled dust
Wait until you’re suffocating, then get out because
‘It’s not enough’
Me: close doors, run down corridors, creep out ducts
Because if it’s not real, no amount of ‘love’
Can permanently solidify that brand of comforting lust
So don’t give me the old lines
‘Making the best from what’s arisen’
‘Getting the possible best from the situation’ and ‘making do’
Living on someone else's satellite
Breathing their dreams, their hopes, their bright
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
Platitudes –they’re just words losers use
Yeah, you go ahead and make the best of it
As if there’s anything else you can do
You’ll have plenty of time to think about it
When you’re living it, a few months from today
Could have all been so different,
If your mistake wasn’t so permanent.
Quietly, efficiently, resentfully
That’s what happens
When you don’t assume responsibility
For your future, but
Can’t ever say you weren’t warned…
Think I’ve said enough. See you never.
