The Fence

The songs that once left me confused and dazed
Make me sad now and leave me ablaze
They lead me to ponder,
Is it of her they make you wonder?
Will I be haunted by an alphabet every day?
Will her very initials drive me insane?
I feel an eruption of mammoth aversion
When you back track and smack
She pops up like the clown in my music box, psycho jack on crack.
Will I have to sacrifice the colour I like?
Because it was one of the colours she liked, and her I despise.
Will I have to omit, all emotions and guilt?
Because stabbing in sleep seems like my recent pleasure trip.
Can I no longer utter the names of the streets where she fluttered?
Will I have to converse in terms of longitudinal grid
So you don’t recall the address of the last house she lived.
Will my future travels be all only by foot?
Because the most efficient mode, along with my favourite colour she took.
Will she eat up our present like she ate up your past?
I wish indigestion upon her, maybe this momentary inconvenience
Would give us time to run fast, run past her, across that giant, that giant whom I call the fence.
The world advices I take three steps back and chill
But I worry my regression and stagnation
She would consider an open invitation.
To pounce back and drag, drag you to hell
I hope the bells in your head ring sounds of wisdom
Because the present with me seems mighty swell
And reverting now I say would be rather dumb.
She can use six different portals of communication
To get in touch with you
She will hope you will stick to her, like the old times, like super glue.
She will entice as if she were Lucifer’s wife
With gifts galore, promises and more
She is the constant ringing in a lunatic’s brain
A reverberation that is turning into a pain.
You said she left scars, scars too deep
Time heals it all, that’s what I believe
You need to have faith, just take my hand and leap.
I am in it for the long haul, this time I wont let you weep.