Songs I Write | VIII

ET TU, BRUTE?

Judas
Julius
Said "et tu, Brute?"
Words I can justly say
Who'd have thought?
Should have thought
Should have seen it coming
Should have seen the signs flooding

I would go ahead and call it foul play
If it didn't matter much and I'd figured you would stray
But I showed you all the red crosses over nemeses names
I told you that I loved you and I needed you to stay
Only so many sleepless nights I could offer to convey
The appreciation I once had reduced to decay
Onto us, doomsday

Your house became my home
You welcomed me in and made it known
So, what a goldmine of a soul
I believed that you were then
Before the affairs I was told
Before all I saw of you rusted and cold
Now I wander the nearby blocks in search of gold
I'm thinking to give up searching

I would go ahead and call it foul play
'Cause that's the kind of person I am, we're not people, we're prey
But I'd woven your face into my flag and waved it every day
You told me things could be amicable and there's not much to say
But you're the renegade, they're decisions you made to betray
The appreciation I once had reduced to decay
Onto us, doomsday

I cried and I cried and I cried
It was on your couch, the night I died
It was at your place, the mistakes, you lied
But I can't hate you, I know that, I tried
So I send silence and good-will
I make a phone call when there's time to kill
You're such a good sport, you'll be there
System of support, you'll be there
And so, it seems, I'm stuck in this purgatory
A long line of traitors, in my mind, stand before me
It's woe to see you at the end
It's woe to see you when I see you again

Goodbye to what I loved
Goodbye to the trust of what I knew
Goodbye to good days in good fun
Goodbye to everything and everyone
Long gone are the parties and best friends I'll hold a grudge against
I'm known to be upfront, you know I won't pretend
Long gone are the long weekends
And the times we helped each other out of sticky situations
It's woe to see you at the end
It's woe to see you when I see you again