Front Row

I know he's blood
 But you can still turn him away
 You don't owe him anything
 Do you go to the dungeon
 To find out how to make peace
 With your days in the dungeon?
 Writing a letter to you
 Didn't make me feel any more peaceful
 Than how I felt when we weren't speaking
 Because I didn't cop to what I did
 I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries
 I'd like you to be schooled and in awe
 As though you were kissed by God full on the lips
 I'm in the front row
 The front row with popcorn
 I get to see you, see you close up
 Slid into the ditch
 I have this overwhelming loss of ambition
 We said let's name thirty good reasons
 Why we shouldn't be together
 I started by saying things like 'you smoke' 'you live in New Jersey'
 You started saying things like 'you belong to the world'
 All of which could have been easily refuted
 But the conversation was hypothetical
 I am totally short of breath for you
 Why can't you shut your stuff off?
 I'm in the front row
 The front row with popcorn
 I get to see you, see you close up
 For a while I'm speaking
 You know how much you hate to be interrupted
 Maybe spend some time alone
 Fill up your proverbial cup
 So that it doesn't always have to be about you
 I've been wanting your undivided attention
 I like the fact that you're nothing like me
 Are you not burdened by the lack of perspective people
 Have of your charmed life (seemingly)?
 I'm in the front row
 The front row with popcorn
 I get to see you, see you close up
 Hey I'm not mad at you guardian
 I'm mad at myself for spending so much time with you and your Jekyll and Hyde-ness
 I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist
 You laughed a wicked laugh and said 'come here let me clip your wings'
 (I know he's blood but you can still turn him away you don't owe him anything)
 'Raise the roof' he yelled 'yeah raise the roof' I yelled back
 (Unfortunately you need a health scare to re-prioritize)
 No thanks to the soap box
 Having me rile against them won't make an ounce of difference
 I'm in the front row
 The front row with popcorn
 I get to see you, see you close up