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"And I hope this is the last time, 'cause I'd never say no to you.
But there's no way to talk to you, this conversation's been...
Dead.
On.
Arrival."
Take these words in, take them like you did the foreign excitement.
These aren't just words, they're my feelings.
Are you listening?
Listen to me, take these words in, examine the meaning.
This isn't an in-one-ear-out-the-other day, alright?
Open your ears and open your mind, shut down your conscience and your pride.
Prologue
Seth, this is for you.
It's the best I could do
with four hours of sleep
three tylenol
two red eyes
and one severe lack of inspiration.
It's not meant to impress,
just meant to address
that I have to confess
what I feel.
But feelings are a process, simply
molecules that react chemically.
So I'm sending my molecules to you
and I hope that they get through.
Xoxo
When the Moon fell in love with the Sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night.
When the Moon found the Sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
While her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer
So he said, "Would it be alright,
If we just sat and talked for a little while?
If in exchange for your time,
I give you this smile"
So she said, "Hey that's okay,
As long as you can make a promise not to break
My little heart and
Leave me all alone
In the summer"
&LetTheGamesBegin
See, let me teach you something about me.
I'll take what you say to heart and hang on every word.
And then I'll retort with recycled phrases that mean nothing.
Because that's just me.
Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?
'Cause I wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me.
Don't be so scared to take a second for reflection.
Someone, somewhere, said some things
that may have sparked some sympathy.
"I've been thinking of you almost constantly, if that means anything at all."
Well yeah, it would mean a hell of a lot if you meant it.
Now let's analyze, it might have been your guilty conscience.
And I know I'm every cliché, don't point it out to me.
I might be an accident, but I'm still trying.
I'm stuck between second chances and final notices.
So let's try for a bit of both.
This is a final notice.
And you'll think what you want, there's nothing I can do to change that.
Victimization? Sure, why not? Selfishness? Maybe.
Call it what you will but here it is in black and white.
Things aren't going to get better if we don't BOTH try.
And this is your final notice,
you may not know this
but I'm not alright sometimes
and these aren't just poem lines.
If you say this makes you happy, then I'm not the only one lying.
And I'm guessing you've found out by now I'm the only one trying.
This is all I have to say to you until it's better
and I never promised I'd stick around through bad weather.
But I will if it takes that but I have to explain
if you don't have an umbrella, there's no stopping the rain.
And I bet you're sitting there thinking
about how wrong you just KNOW I am.
But I'm giving you this final notice.
And one last chance.
So reply with a yes or a no, and that's it.
I don't want to hear how I'm wrong or hear that you quit.
Just a yes or a no; are you willing to try?
And I don't mean that you'll just apologize.
I mean, ask me what's wrong and show some concern
or at least fucking talk to me without so little discern.
It's like red pill or blue pill, and you have to choose.
Pick one or the other, and then get your dues.
Red pill, you win. Blue pill, I lose.
But it's not a movie, and there is no script.
It's not just as simple as 'sit there, tight-lipped'.
Pick yes, say you'll try, and I'll stick around.
Pick no, you give up, and I'll turn around.
And I'll leave, seriously, because this is final call.
And I'll stall and I'll scrawl on the walls of this all
A poem that neither of us can recall.
Just remember with everything, there's consequences.
If you tell me to stay, then put down your defenses.
Put down your excuses, your ego, your pride.
And learn to say sorry and just learn to TRY.
Learn to pick your battles and not jump at fights.
I get if you're busy or sick, I get if you're tired.
That happens to everyone, but your excuses expired.
A long time ago, now I'm kind of confused -
am I expendable or important, or simply defused?
Just tell me if you're willing, a simple yes or no.
It's simple as that, pick the latter, and I'll go.
Or pick the former and we'll find compromise.
But I'm sick of aches in my head and tears in my eyes.
If you'd rather give up, then I'll give up too.
Write me off and move on, and I'll forget you.
But if I matter and you care, if it means anything,
and if you can realize just how much it will sting...
Refrain from digressing,
I'm really just stressing,
And so, more or less,
just give me a yes
and I won't leave,
hearts on sleeves,
I'll keep trying...
or a no,
and I'll go
give up
and I won't say you owe
me a thing, but although
we'll stop lying...
And that's it, I just want you to know this.
I meant what I said when I said 'final notice'.
Last chances, last option, last choices, last call.
Just say yes or no; decide once and for all.
