I haven’t written anything in a while.
Maybe it’s just that I got bored with my style.
It’s hard to find things that I want to express,
without writing things I don’t want to confess.
Take today; an argument is all I need
to pull that comfort rug from under my feet,
and show me, in honesty’s brightest spotlight
that what we’re fighting for is worth a good fight.
There’s nothing weird about an honest exchange.
Anything other than that would be just strange.
Abnormal, unnatural, and plain bizarre,
like going for a walk and taking the car.
Look, just because the volume’s getting louder
We shan’t think there’s a blown amplifier
Maybe it’s the ones fidgeting with the knob
Definitely the same ones whose hearts were robbed.