It’s hard to be simple when it’s all complex
When the answer doesn’t seem easy to catch
Since lyrics say one thing and friends all agree
Yeah, that bitch is right, don’t you see?
Then there’s the parents keeping you on track
Always afraid you’ll say you’re on crack.
Of course the magazines, newspapers and movies
Will say we’re fucked for rolling doobies
But what else is there
Since nobody seems to care?
Then there’s always the few, or that one,
That asks a question that can be answered by none
But the one it is directed to.
Believe, me, I was focused on you.
There is nothing easy about what comes later
As I’ve told friends I just wanted to date her.
We would separate, I know, like most couples do
It isn’t that hard, we’d eventually be through.
I wish I could give the finger
To everyone who got in our way
But I need them to write shit
To express what I can’t say.
As if I wanted to piss people off
Damn it, everyone thinks I’m soft
And yes I am and it’s true
I was very soft when it came to you.
So this is the last poem I shall write
To Rejeanne who turned me down despite
All that could have been and might have been
F- the fucking word friend
It’s paltry to what I felt,
An insult to the hand we were dealt
Jesus, I can’t believe you got me cursin’
Didn’t you know, you’re the only person?
No, forget it, I’ve said too much.
Thanks for everything, every touch.
I’m serious, this isn’t in jest,
You really were better than all the rest.
