None Other plays with fire,
some make do with rain.
"One way" is the main insight.
Untrained youth, get paid...
for, for just straight being you;
how must they fe-el seeing you?
The meaning is too damn meaningful
for whom they clamored, you lost your way,
left with a camera, returned with a take,
…content to sling shade and jamais vu.
A 2, brew thé?
A 2? Ah 2? Eh 2?
Attitudes renew and rotate;
rumors remain, in lieu of disproven claims.
Maybe if the truth hurt more, you'd embrace it.
Never one to do work for it, you stayed
in the basement, your stupid face like a mood ring,
beige when you're brooding, grey when you're evasive.
What are you even doing? The same basic
music, but screwed up in strange new ways!
I watch you shoot your cuffs into the crudité
thinking how you used to say a suit could make you feel like Bruce Wayne. Now you're losing weight, spewing scalding hot soup on your Zumba trainer in your trailer on a Tuesday, like
WOW, you've changed, that's aside from
the about-face transformation of our lives.
It's one thing to impugn one another,
another to mutter with utter disdain
you've been "led awry." 1. it's astray
2. I can't say that I love you this way,
but I said I'd try. So do what you like.
Who among us doesn't break edge sometimes?
I mean Jesus Christ, you gotta sleep at night.
Up against these troubles and evil eyes,
what's a meerschaum pipe?
because of our struggle
to juggle these knives,
we must stay unmuddled
to run for our lives—
have I got that right?
Welcome to the jungle,
parts of it are nice, look, we tried.
But there's always somethin'. Once it's over,
another'll grow in its place.
In company or silence, it's gonna be like this,
and it doesn't go away.