Spoon

And now you are leaving because it’s not fun for you

And "its not you, really, you know."

But you’re leaving me feeling like I'm some jetsam junk

Like some rusted out Romeo

I don’t blame you for walking; I’d do it myself

If I thought it would do any good

But each time I try I get drawn back to you

I accept that I’m misunderstood

So I could count on one hand the number of times

You said you like what I produce

And I wonder what purpose I served for you

Was I some object for your misuse?

The chance to have someone adore you

Someone you don’t need to maintain

Someone to make you feel desirable again

As long as I don’t cause too much pain

So to guess your agenda for wanting me then

Is a laundry list of what I resent

My body? My face? My periodic confidence?

The opportunity for sex I present?

You toss my heart up like your best tennis serve

Til I don’t know the south from the north

You keep me tied around at the end of your string

Like a yo-yo pulling me back and forth

You never do anything for money, just love

I admire that, who wouldn’t? I do

And the fun’s gone out of the time we have to spend

You should go, I say as a friend

But as a dreamer, this is a rude awakening

To find myself wondering why I care

And I ponder why I’m suffering as dreamers do

When the dream is just a nightmare

You went to all the best schools; the best car; the best house

And all that you Daddy could buy

You dated all the best jocks; the best clothes; the best job

Like some birthright not to deny

From two different worlds we converged and conspired

Swapped moments we cried and we laughed

I hate to break it to you but preppie never was hip

And the things you call art is just craft

So go back where you’re safe and unchallenged

You can gag on your silver spoon

But when it comes to pain

You're not immune