Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Thank You

"YOU GAVE ME LANGUAGE AS A GIFT
I TURNED IT AGAINST YOU
I WAS STUPID, I WAS DUMB
HANGED BY MY JUDAS TONGUE
SHOULDN'T GIVE WEAPONS TO KIDS WHO DON'T KNOW BETTER
CAN'T POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND THAT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS FOREVER
FOR EVERY LETTER IN THE ALPHABET
YOU SAID TO CONNECT THEM TO A HAPPY WORD
NO MATTER HOW BAD THINGS GET
I DID MY BEST BUT THE PICKINGS GOT SLIM
ONCE I ARRIVED AT EX AND HAD TO THINK OF SYNONYMS
WEIGHED THEM AGAINST THE ANTONYMS
HANGING WITH ALL THE MANNEQUINS

SEARCH FOR BIRTH WITH AMPUTATED LIMBS
ALMOST OFFERED UP MY OWN
TRADING IN ARMS AND LEGS
YOU SAID LEARN TO EXPRESS YOURSELF
IF YOU'RE GONNA STAND FOR THINGS
I STOOD UP WITHOUT EXPRESSION
I STOOD UP AGAINST EVERYTHING INCLUDING YOU
CAUSE I WAS OUT OF LESSON
I HAD YOUR LESSONS TO CLING ONTO
I WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH THEY HELPED
CONSIDERING EVERYTHING I'VE GONE THROUGH
THERE WAS A PERIOD WITHOUT PERIODS
RUN ON SENTENCES WERE LIKE BITCHES
A COMMA WITH NO PAUSE
A REBEL WITH NO CLAUSE
ANXIETY'S WAS NO EXCUSE
THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SEPARATE
WE COULD HAVE CONNECTED BUT DIDN'T
I WAS IGNORANT
PASSED OUT ON THE SPACE BAR
FELT THAT WE DRIFTED APART
THE CLOSER I CAME TO REALIZING
HOW AMAZING YOU ARE
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE
I SAY IT TO THE STARS
TIL MY WORDS KNOCK WORLDS OFF THEIR AXIS
THE UNIVERSE COLLAPSES

THANK YOU FOR THE MATCHES
THE GIFT OF FIRE
FOR THE WOOD AND THE AXE
FOR WHOOPING MY ASS
THE FOR WHEEL EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T INVENT IT
FOR THE IMPACT YOU HAD ON ME, IT'S EPIC
THANK YOU FOR THE EFFORT
FOR TEACHING ME THE ABC'S
EVER IF I NEVER MAKE MY WAY TO Z
EVEN IF I NEVER DO FOR SOMEONE ELSE
EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID FOR ME
THANK YOU

I WAS A STUPID SON OF A GUN
WITH INITIALS CARVED INTO ME
A STRAY, A RUNAWAY
AFRAID SOME DAY YOU'D SHOOT ME
SCRATCHED OFF THE LETTERS WITH A POCKET KNIFE
I LOST MY WAY WHEN I WAS TOSSED INTO THE FRAY
THIS IS NOT MY LIFE
WHO AM I KIDDING
IT'S A THANK YOU NOTE DISGUISED AS A WRITTEN APOLOGY
FOR EVERYTHING YOU TAUGHT TO ME

AWKWARDLY I APPROACH THE MICROPHONE
WITH EVERYTHING THAT I WROTE
I CLEARED MY THROAT
ADJUST THE COLLAR ON MY COAT
I ROCK CROWDS, MICROPHONES AND VOTES
I STROKE WHATEVER LITTLE EGO I HAVE LEFT
SHOULD HAVE LEFT IT AT THE ALTAR
I DIDN'T BECAUSE I'M AN IDIOT SELF-DEPRICATING AUTHOR
THE PAPERBACK ADDITION THAT ISN'T WORTH THE FLIP THROUGH
IF I DON'T GIVE YOU THE CREDIT YOU DESERVE
YOU EDITED THE WORDS FROM THE GRAVE AND BEYOND
FROM THE FIRST SIGHT OF SUN RAYS AT DAWN
TO THE MOON BEAMS THAT BLAZE TO MY LAWN
THE UNIVERSE COLLAPSES ON MY FROM STEPS
WE GET TO SHARE IN THAT MOMENT FOR JUST ONE MOMENT
NOBODY'S UPSET, THERE'S NO MORE ANGER
THERE'S NO MORE SUNSETS
SO I CRAWL BACK IN THE CHAMBER
YOU CAN SHOOT ME UP
YOU MIGHT AS WELL
WE HAD GREAT COMMUNICATION
BEFORE THE TOWER FELL

THANK YOU FOR THE MATCHES
THE GIFT OF FIRE
FOR THE WOOD AND THE AXE
FOR WHOOPING MY ASS
THE FOR WHEEL EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T INVENT IT
FOR THE IMPACT YOU HAD ON ME, IT'S EPIC
THANK YOU FOR THE EFFORT
FOR TEACHING ME THE ABC'S
EVER IF I NEVER MAKE MY WAY TO Z
EVEN IF I NEVER DO FOR SOMEONE ELSE
EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID FOR ME
THANK YOU"

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