I'm Tired

I've grown tired
of trying to be the devil you know.
Helping you hide your lies from yourself,
keeping the mirrors from the faces you show.
It's a waste of my time,
good minutes after all the bad ones done in,
to prop you up for punishment and
paint the target on before they begin.

I've grown tired
of saving your world all the time.
The cape is choking the life out of me and
I don't even think the boots are mine.
There's no room for mistakes
because you are a constant fucking victim of living.
You tie yourself to every track where
the trains that come are the least forgiving.

I've grown tired
of shedding light and finding clues.
Surveying the scenes of your latest crimes
for a six pack of beers and a case of the blues.
And it's not even like it helps
because you're just as innocent as you are guilty.
You'll never say please or pleas when you should
so you'll never end up where you're supposed to be.

4.2.07
manic