with a push through the revolving doors
I send you off, riding on hope
the hope you gave me when we talked
you think you'll probably be able to try
to do it right this time or next, or next
but you're the only one you disappoint

here's a list of everything you hate:
loud dogs, fast cars, getting everywhere late
the cramps you feel each time you menstruate
the guilt that comes when you masturbate
proud pieces of shit, doing homework right
the way your dad sings in the car at night
the taste of dinner as you force in each bite

with a pull of your arm I guide you out
you're a mess of Kleenex and snot
I should've expected this when we talked
just get in the car - you never try
to do it right this time or next, or next
and you're the only one you disappoint

here's a list of things to make you feel better:
going walking, the purr of your cat when you pet her
the feel of a kiss from a guy you just met
the water spray from running under a sprinkler
good conversations, a lunch of ice cream
the shimmer left in your head from a pleasant dream
making shadows on walls with a flashlight beam

with a push through the revolving doors
I come along as your support
you'll do it right this time
you know you can definitely learn to cope
do it right this time and then, and then
there's no one left to disappoint.

© Jess Zelhart, 2006. Thou shalt not steal.