Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Thursday, May. 05, 2005 - 12:31 a.m.

I promised I wouldn't do this
but now I see you slipping away
It's astonishing how you make me forget my past and
Make believe that you're not living it

Life's just a show
the production demands extras
and for you, I'm filling a part that
She once filled for me

Don't you see how completely starstruck I am with you?
I'd give anything to be bathed in your limelight
Alas, I'm fated to die without a name.
None shall join me in cursing the Writer

How much glass have I touched with these fingers?
How much of the cure for my sorrow
have I tasted on these lips, sun streaming in the windows, muscles aching, brain groaning?

How many mornings like this have I left behind in this devotion
baseball cards, postage stamps
I'm collecting holes in my heart
and dust on my shoulders

You broke your word, and left no one the wiser
I'll break mine hard enough to shatter all misconceptions
everybody, look at me

I'm still praying to find you
when I roll over in the morning
my gods are powerless to help me
and I'm left to fend myself, as another night closes in

I won't be forgotten.
When I told all my friends I was in love with you it was the most profane, disgusting lie ever spoken
because I love you
is as transparent as the bottle I'm nursing
just a cry for help

Of all the things I can guarantee you
I promise that you weren't the first
and you won't be the last
masked execution
at least have the decency to admit you put me back into misery

-make me feel justified in giving a damn-

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