05/21/2008
I’m a bench that you sit on when you’re too tired to walk
And the kisses you share when you’re too tired to talk
The checked off absences when you’re too tired to care
And the quiet sobs when you’re too tired to be there
I’m a bed that you lay in when you’re too tired to love
And the new girl that you’re too tired to be deprived of
The sigh when you’re too tired to say what you’d like
And the things that you yell when you’re too tired to strike
I’m a sidewalk that you use when you’re too tired to drive
And the drinks you drink when you’re too tired to be alive
The hand you hold when you’re too tired to go in
And the lies that you tell when you’re too tired to not win
I’m a phone that you use when you’re too tired to speak
And a testament to what you’re too tired to seek
The arm rolling off when you’re too tired to be close
And the striptease when you’re too tired to expose
I’m a white picket fence that you’re too tired to want
And your permission when you’re too tired to be nonchalant
The green ring on your finger when you’re too tired for gold
The young girls coming by when you’re too tired to be old
I’m a circus performer when you’re too tired to entertain
And a mirrored reflection when you’re too tired to be vain
The blame shifting when you’re too tired for a truce
And the being too tired to have a better excuse.
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