I thought better of you. You been keeping secrets too. I’ve always been a bit of a fool, but, I thought better of you. I thought you’d understand. You’re just like I am. I knew I’d slip from your happy hands, but, I thought you’d understand. I’m a bitter, egotistic, narcissistic, self-indulgent kind of man. (That’s sure true, what’s a girl like me to do?) I swear I’ll change, I mean it, I’m getting better and I’m making new plans. (Whoop dee do, I’m through with you, I’ll start anew.) And so the story goes. Always dealt another blow. Reviewing your expectations shows That we never learnt how to shoot low. I thought you better than me. I thought of you like royalty. If ever something was so disappointing, It’s that you’re no better than me. Le the accusations fly, Hiding behind your lies. You don’t know a thing but you judge from on high, So let your accusations fly. I’m a foolish, uptight, impolite, short-sighted kind of gal. (I agree, I’m glad you see what I can see) My angry self-loathing keeps my quiet with a terrible morale. Well speak your mind or else I’m wasting precious time. So buy another round, For the truths that we have found. Whenever you remove their crowns, You’re feet will hit the ground. It’s hard to say mistakes that lead to hate and end up hurting friends. (I feel the same, the judgment leaves us all ashamed.) It’s just as hard to say I love you after all the guilt sets in. (We’ll never change, the pain leaves us estranged.) And so the story goes, We dress each other in false clothes. The only way to let this love grow Is to let the past go.

Something has ended. I think we’ve just crossed the line. Out of our childhood And into ages less alive. We’re getting jobs. And that’s where we’ll spend our time. I still get sad, But there is no more need to cry. Childhood’s gone, gone gone, I know, those days are gone, gone, gone, It’s too late to go back home, home, home. It’s not the same anymore. I heard us sleeping We had just turned twenty-one. We’re getting old. And getting drunk is not quite as fun. We talk of marriage. And how we’ll raise our kids. Will someone catch me? I’m starting to feel sick. Childhood is gone, gone gone, I know, those days are gone, gone, gone, It’s too late to go back home, home, home. It’s not the same anymore. My friends have gone, gone, gone. We’ve all moved on, on, on. They say we’ll still be friends, But I know things have got to change.

Turned from water into wine, Make us drunk on our own lives, Dionysus, will you surprise us, With books of magic, the books we’ve read, Bloody fables, with earth we’re wed. Bring us close to, the madness in you Blinding eyes and tragedy, Lies in the sounds we cannot see. for illusion, we feign revulsion. Donate the bodies out to science, Eat the organs of the giants In all the logos, we run the joke. A stage of all, we cried as one now sets our distant sun. And all the future, speeds with computers. Cannot help but feel the bruise, Of a time we didn’t choose. There’s no escaping, there’s no complaining. The souls are stripped, Our pagan hearts are ripped out. And too afraid, to break the cage. Don’t you feel the ties that bind, Lost communion to the divine. The night’s light, lost to the street lights. Feel it only, a walk alone. Conversations in monotone. We’re old and jaded, separated. You’re in the bones, you’re in the soil. But no one has remained loyal. All in moderation and weekend vacations. Born to die in padded rooms, You’re presence always seems to loom Over my night bed, unkempt and unfed. So holy death, return home, Or we’ll all be cut copies and clones. Dionysus, come surprise us.