Imperfect, Suture and Unpleasant Tense
I imagine how life will be without you
Now I've given up on your heartless dreams,
Wherever you're going, I won't be with you,
I've got my own plans, it seems.
I'm headed for the stars, old friend.
I won't be back anytime soon.
I'll have much happier times to spend,
And much better things to do.
When I think about the present,
The way it's always moving and
How it shifts so it's like a river's current,
I feel safer in its hands.
Except mostly I think of the past;
Sometimes it makes my head spin,
That things slipped away out of my grasp,
As scars carved through your skin.
I want to imagine the alternative
Where we walked without our masks
You had no ulterior motive,
So I never had your task.
The alternative would have saved me
From so many cold sleepless nights,
Where I held onto hope just barely,
And guarded it from your spite.
So for now all I've got is now.
My mind is all twisted but brutally straight,
And I'm sure that's good somehow
... but for you all I have left is hate.
At school they say imperfect tense
Is when something's not finished.
Well, being imperfect's my best defence,
And the past is just best left... finished.
The present's not much better, I know.
It's hard to be stuck in one place,
Or to be lost about where to go.
But I promise that right now... is great.
I'm told future tense is downright always
Something you're planning to do.
Well honestly it's only two pathways...
And one of them will mend you.
So I'm going to the stars, old friend.
Don't come looking for me.
I've got new dreams to amend,
And none of them
Include a 'we'.
