it is clear to me what you may or may not have done

it is clear to me what you may or may not have done
i'm a wide receiver
you can't get shit past me
trying is crying
aren't you tired of crying
isn't it messing up everything
i can picture life outside
i have a feeling it's happening
mostly to you
the way you always wanted it
the way you begged to see
another shelf of books
we couldn't afford
the rustle of swan's wings
all of everything out there

i'm on the fence
singing like dylan's bird
but not just for you
i'm sending out a warning
to the legions of shits
who will wipe their conscience
all over your face
anything to replace this
confusion yeah?
it is clear to me

what you may or may not
be keeping beneath the folds
whichever river leads the
better direction
build your raft
but fire is your only craft
you burn everything good
you put it out with your
guilt
flutter on with your life
i think i can bear it

it is a serious game

i should not have
hassled you

i should have let you be

i shouldnt have pressured
your pressure points
into folding into
a pyramid of constructs
and constructive criticisms
concerning your unsober
plays and unplays
it was not your fault

you did not need to do anything
for us to fail

it was in the cards
for us to fail

there is not much more to say

i am sorry
that i decided
it was your decision
or lack of decision
that our success
depended on

rather it was the cohesiveness
of our coo-operation
that cemented the sad fate
of our blue-light exercise

my most important hope
is that this insignificant loss
does not alter our patterns
or hunger to better ourselves
i pray
we do not lose this
brotherly drive

yes you are my brother
get used to it
i get mad at you for stupid things
surely you will sleep it off
and continue adjusting yourself
to the present,
the gift of the next game,
the cove of the victory
and the nexus of the
untimely bloom.