NEW SHOES

new shoes,

new me,

new you.

last time,

after 2 years of spilt milk

and fake blood on the carpet

she went nuclear.

but a problem's not a problem

if you don't mention it/

and a bed of roses only grows

if you put shit on it first

 

it was all

kitchen sink dramas/

harmless threats

to what you called my personal space

(everyone else calls it a waste of oxygen)

but it didn't bother me

or you:

caught in car headlights

that turned out to be

2 motorbikes, side by side/

just missing you

like everything else that passed you by

because you were too busy

looking good

dying slowly, instead

 

new me,

new you

this time,

i'll tell the truth

(fingers crossed)

but:

how about you/

walk a mile in my shoes

then, you'll be a mile away

and i'll know for sure/you won't say

any of the wisdom/you insist on departing

and I can get on

with the love songs,

pond life
and gold lions

i'm becoming a part of,

without you