It's hard to keep track of you

When you're all over the place

Where'd the romance of 

Italian Sauce go?

Secretly I know you'd like to Post

Pack your bags my good ol' friend

We no longer need to travel?

What?

We used to sit on the kitchen floor

Playing with the alphabet magnets,

Calling each other names and

Debating over who was better at

Street Fighter II.

I don't care what you say

When I play as Ryu

You stand no chance.

We used to try our best to study mathematics,

You'd read under the stars

While I chose the district stop lights.

Now you're majoring in philosophy

And I'm on my way to master marketing,

Where did we go right

In this World of mass confusion?

Was it the chemistry explosion
Or the extra credit in History?

We used to stay in touch

But I guess everyone was right,

Things do change.

Water will continue to boil

Even when you're gone.

Last I heard you were in the Peace Corps

Training third world victims

How to read and speak 'properly'

And if you care to know, 

I'm currently Down Under,

Doing what exactly? I'm not entirely sure

But I'm needed here

But I'm wanted here

But I guess I just miss how things were.

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Your side of the bed has been cold

For the past few weeks

But I'm learning how to be a big boy

And not care.

I know you won't be there in the morning

To make me scrambled eggs

Just like you used to

But that's okay

I recently bought a cook book

And can make the best flapjacks

This side of town has ever seen,

Your mother would be proud.

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Red drapes never bring out 
The gold in your eyes

Which is quite a sad thing to see

Because the tears seem to shine

What am I talking about?

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It seems to me that what's in the rage

Is taking up different names

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Come on now you really don't think
I was the one

We have to help Father bring

The refridgerator up the flight of 

Stairs

Otherwise his back is going to go again

And we both know what will happen

I know you don't want the belt

To come out again

But that won't get you to help

Will it?

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For some reason he would never

Sleep on his bed

I could never put my finger on it

But he just prefered to sleep

On the floor with a comforter

Pillow and tiny blanket

For a minute there

I lost myself

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What's shocking to me is how easily

You've out grown yourself

Where did all the dinners in front of the TV

Go?

Why haven't you called?

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Can you meet me at the dusk

Which leads to dawn

Maybe we can stop my breathing

While we're at it

Because I think the coyotes will call home

Soon if we don't prepare supper at the kitchen

Counter

Come on now son

Venture with me

Just for a tiny bit

Travel the Australian Outback

Dip to the New Zealand Sun

Don't worry about the time so much

Because when we're done

We can just hop over the line

Maybe towards the equator

Start the day over

You would tell me tales 

About the seven seas

And the potentional eighth

Even though maps don't say

Clark Gable once taught me

It's never what you got in your pants

But what ticks in your chest

The chemicals running

Up and down your spine

The electricity flying through out the brain

As well as what makes your soul burn

And no, he wasn't drunk 

When he told me this stolen lesson

But near the end of his Life

An old man's last act of class

Handed down generation to generation

Mostly through film

Also audio recording

Have you ever been to a spider's wedding?

The food is to die for.

Keep the remember in November.

The rain in April

And the lion's roar in March

If you don't keep the sun in July

There won't be the autumn fall 

For October and possibly September

What will August do if all the Watermelon

Stopped growing

And with it the pastel flowers of May?

January and December don't want to lose

Their snow so vote no on question eleven

Otherwise the terrorists will have won

And captured the love of February.

We all know June won't stand for that

With its Father's Day and all.

Seriously now, we've gone over this a million times past

You don't remember how to love

And the therapist says probably never will

It's quite a sad theory in the World today

Where you can't achieve your dreams

Through physics, geometry or science fiction

I'm sorry kind deer

But your mother is gone

The hunter decided it was time

To have a healthy meat filling lunch

We're got on our hands a concentration moon

And I don't know where it's taking us

But most likely not any place soon

Diet Pepsi can on my desk

The rhythm of funk isn't in the soul

Not in the blood or the brain

But in the bones

It's the bone structure which gets you to move

You used to laugh about

All the times long ago

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About your next meal

How does it feel?

You used to laugh about

My therapist keeps telling me 

If you could open up my chest

My heart would be on fire

I told her she was unoriginal

Far frommotivated and overpaid

Not good enough for this Earth

No reason to get excited

Let's meet in the grocery store

No the shopping mall

How about a quarter past five?

You bring your kids

And I'll bring the cart

We can pretend we're married

And have always been

Your husband won't know

He can't find out

As long as he's at work.

Carry me home.

Strawberrys make the best kinds of apples.

I've been thinking this out for quite sometime

Maybe we should throw it all behind

Move on with our lives

Call it quits because really, truly

In the end, who gives a shit?

You'll lose my check, salary, bills

And classy upbringing

But that is okay, it is okay right?

I'm moving out to Long Island

To retire and live the Billy Joel kind of life

Drunken nights

Furious fights

Maybe crashing a car or two

They say those waters aren't what they used to be

But that's okay because 

I don't won't have people who count on me

If people ask just tell them I'm patrolling Atlantis 

What did all the good Presidents say?

How do I protect such a great nation?

Is there anyway to make the World a better place?

My words are those of third graders

And I don't mind

If I have the choice to dine whoever I please

I'll invite Hemingway, Poe and maybe Dante

No I lied.