I'm calling you on a favor,
It won't cost you much
Just the most striking memories
Of the things you loved to touch.
There are two versions of what happened.
I keep both for perspective,
I keep both to decide,
Which one of us was at fault
Which one of us complied.
The first is of me,
Knitting a cage, a web, a trap
Where I lured you inside
Like shade to a sleepy cat
I held you captive made you promise to sit still,
While I took advantage of you, and had my fill.
I never looked back once,
Never made the gesture to clean up the messes I made
I just listened to the song on the radio as it played.
Till you were finished crying,
Till you were ready to go home,
Then I swore to God that I would leave you alone.
But you came back for another round,
Indulging at the pace of your heart,
And that is about where your version should start:
I became the "obsessed"
Trailing behind your treasure,
Begging you night after night
For your Instrument of Pleasure.
Things got out of hand
Things were taken to heart
Your love was a sharper blade
Than I had thought.
I robbed your bank of decency,
Used your ideals like bate,
While the whole time I was rewriting
Your last chapters of fate.
You accuse me now,
With varying charges of theft,
While all I ever asked
Was to look at what was left.
My eyes never sparkled in the pictures,
I never feigned to be your friend,
I just wanted to blow out the birthday candle at the end.
And now that I've taken the light
I'm taking all that borrowed time
When all your sick favors were mine.
Do yourself the favor,
Make things even
Symmetry was never your strength,
The Art of Love is weighed on,
Estimates undefined by length.
