Guardian Angel

I felt the simplicity of it all shatter my mingle hope wide open
eaten alive to the spectacle of my feeble family support
a weaker attempt at, insinuations that ignite a fire within
to try one best does not equate success and I do resent
I must confess discontent
ironic that it translate to the drag of an eraser on coarse paper sheets
more destructive than otherwise meant to be

darling I do not call for I do not care
to pay attention to what is not worth saving
to commute and bless thy being, as you are
It is suffocating to barely tolerate, it burns my throat
I am just the way they left me and nothing will bring back
my rosy fantasies that we clearly share

Have no faith dear one, I am not the one worth saving
but yesterday I did care a little more and else
my guardian angel too weeps and believes it is time
to leave behind a poisonous land where the dance floor
has been soiled by eyes fixated on the wall and missing the point;
not on the eyes, on the rhythm and the soundtrack
less on the lips or the waiving of the hands
and so much more on the repetitive jukebox
what a fucking waste of the quarter I found by the door

quite frankly speaking I fear I will collapse under a spell
of indisposition should our eyes meet once again
and thereon my very soul be bound for eternity once again
worse still, and this a fate not worth living at all, I crave It

and that would be F'I'N'E if it matched the pulse of reality
but look here, it is emotionally unstable to have a problem with being good as one is without needing to catch-up? I put it all behind and got no intention of shattering my nostalgia with what you are as you are if you are not gonna feed my neurotically batshit crazy delusions.