I wrote you a letter today,
Folded it up. Set it away
On the page I scrawled “FUCK YOU”
Instead of I love you.
I’m sorry for what I lack
A pound of humility of even an ounce of tact
Cause when I pulled off the bottle cap and revealed the Snapple fact,
You know what it said? That you never loved me back.
The simple fact is that 26 years have passed
And the ocean is vast,
And navigating without a map or a mast
Has proved a difficult task,
I’m not a nice guy
But I’m used to finishing last,
And I know you say I lack class
And that I’m crass
And you think I’m just looking for a path
To fast ass
But all I ask
Is that you let me sit in the grass
And watch the clouds as they pass
But enough of this tired rhyme scheme I must confess
That as a musical duo we were certainly blessed
‘Cause I can rap flawlessly over the beats in
your head when you rip my heart from my chest
Was it a test?
To see if I was a human being?
For you the feelings were fleeting
But that’s not what I’m seeing
You see, I’m a creature of emotion
If I stop grinning, I’ll think and I’ll cry
I’m a shark in the ocean,
If I stop swimming, I’ll sink and I’ll die
I wrote you a letter today.
But I didn’t fucking send it, so I guess it’s ok.
I open the note every day,
It gives me the remote desire to stay.
At least in war I see my enemy,
It’s a Face-to-Face controversy
And I find
The more time
I analyze,
My rhymes
The more I lose,
My mind.
I write one phrase over and over in line,
Because when you read it I need it to extract
An exact emotional response.
Not retract,
The fact that,
What cracked,
Was your relapse,
So I take my white-out,
And ponder my verbal re-rout.
I focus on the words “Fuck You” because it’s one thing I don’t doubt.
So, I erase the lines around it to give it more clout.
But I left the Snapple cap
So you never forget the fact
That this was your fault,
I don’t wanna hear your blame-game hate crap.
Stop your tears
Look up the word exalt
It’s salt in your wounds to hear but
I fear the vault
Fueling your emotional assault
And I found the way in
Your locked-box code is 4-6-0-1
Four is the number of points that adorns
The cross strung with my broken soul and battered core
I thought crucifixion would settle the score,
But for you, what gives, and what for?
Four wasn’t enough as a grounding nature of all things,
Four Seasons, Four Elements, Four Directions.
What should represent stability
Instead for you, denies affection.
Six represents harmony,
Balance, Love, Truth and Sincerity.
Try administering compassion and forgiveness
Instead of resorting to assumption and judgment.
The oxy-moron’s pathetic
Go re-define emotion,
And settle this notion for yourself;
You’re heartless.
Stopped blood, cold shoulder, frozen soul, empty smolder.
Zero is the number of times you let me be your protector
Or hero,
I fear “O”,
The anagram for Othello
You feign Desdemona
But I know you’re Iago.
Your last number has no deception,
You were always number one.
You were number one to me,
AND number one to you.
I didn’t even rank in the top two,
Was our beginning ever even true?
Or was I just a tool to be used?
Thrown out after abused,
Never a thought of how cruel.
But you worked the angle hard enough,
I don’t even feel like a fool,
You probably think you’re cool
But irony helps correct this mis-stepped rule;
You see, “One” represents Purity.
A feeling you’ll never know
You represent it’s antithesis
I Bet that stings and makes you feel shitty.
And I don’t care, because,
I wrote you a letter today,
Folded it up. Set it away
On the page I scrawled “FUCK YOU”
Instead of I love you.
You see, I’m a creature of emotion
If I stop grinning, I’ll think and I’ll cry
I’m a shark in the ocean,
If I stop swimming, I’ll sink and I’ll die
I wrote you a letter today.
But I didn’t fucking send it, so I guess it’s ok.
Wax Poetic 