it's always the other guy
you're not the fool
you've been handed a bad deck
or you're missing a few cards
any idiotic and cliche truism
to help you pass the buck
it used to be so fucking sad
to sit here and watch you writhe
from the side lines
and then once in a long while
there are these precious moments
where you're called out
then without thinking twice
you call on the powers of God
to damn your closest friends to hell
even though you don't even really believe it exists
hell is hard, and you want it easy
you always have
as soon as you could
you would always reach for the door
especially when shit got really fucked
and there was no escape
like that time you fell in love
with a woman that was not your wife
she was 16 and you were pushing 40
everyone else had it wrong
all those other guys are pervs
you're so much deeper than the rest
of this dead and/or dying world
nowadays when you call
i have nothing to say
so i just ask you shallow and basic questions
"how's the job?" or "how's the weather?"
"have you heard from anyone?"
you answer, "good" or "yes" or "no
or "i have no idea"
in the end it worked out
most of the friends and family
that you have mercilessly abandoned
have moved on, and have in their own way,
forgotten all about you
for some reason
i just can't
"God bless"
"Keep on keepin' on"
"i'll see you next christmas"
"i love you, too"
"goodbye"
