No Enemies; Just Friends

No enemies, just friends

No lovers, just loose ends

Not nothing, not anything

No knots, just undone string

Rotoscoping horoscopes

And the horror’s locked within our scopes

We’d do anything for a way to simply cope

We keep praying for an ounce of hope

No context, just words

Between two people looking to flirt

My vision’s so clear face down in the dirt

So walk on me ‘cuz it no longer hurts

The heart wants what it wants

But the body still flaunts

What can tease and taunt

What can petrify and haunt

Three more drinks and I’ll be sober

One more time I’ve been worked over

You want me to stay, you want me to go

You want all the things that I’ll never know

So find something thicker than wool

Over my eyes, to pull

It’s going to take more than that to hide

It’s going to take more to keep me outside

I’ll keep walking the sidewalk until it ends

And hold close these so called friends

I’ll keep nursing it all until it mends

While you live comfortably in your world of pretend

One flew over the cuckoo’s nest

And landed in deep with the worst of the best

One more time and you’ll be dubbed a pest

Step up the dubs, until you step like the rest

A head full of words; none of them good

Want to need to wish you would

It’s all well and good when we do what we should

But this Miss has got me misunderstood

No enemies, just friends

No lovers, just loose ends

No words to create or mend

No more. The end.