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 anymore peaceful than how I felt when we weren't speaking
'Cause I didn't cop to what I did
I can't love you 'cause we're suppose 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 pop corn
I get to see you, see you close up

Slid it to the ditch
I have this overwhelming loss of ambition
We said "Let's name thirty good reason 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 pop corn
I get to see you, see you close up

For a while 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 lact of perspective people have on your charmed life
Seemingly

I'm in the front row, the front row with pop corn
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 jeckyl and hydeness
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 needed a health scare to reprioritize)
No thanks to the soapbox
Having me rile against them won't make an ounce of difference

I'm in the front row, the front row with pop corn
I get to see you, see you close up