when you showed me the door
it was one i've opened and closed before
no one ever had to tell me how to sweep the floor
or clean my living room
when i stood by your side i was never in a stranger's costume
i always used my own custom-made broom
to clear the dirt away
i woke up every day knowing what i wanted to say
no hastily written script was needed for my play
or ignoring the pain away
if you didn't want any surprise
i recommended using your own eyes
to wash away the confusion and the lies
when the months turned the page to become years
you heard no mindless cheers
i'm not sitting on a bar stool drinking cheap beers
or smoking expensive cigarettes in a cloud of mild regret
and yet
either lonely or in a crowd, i'll never forget
how the changing story goes
whichever way the wind blows
there's anonymous poets writing romantic Broadway shows
where there's always a lady in a white dress
and a well-heeled man who's more than an overnight guest
it's everything i know, i guess
yes, i guess, yes, unless
another clue
points to a different notion of what's true.
then, what will i find to do?
well, i'll have to keep on getting through
it's everything i know, i guess
yes, i guess,
yes, unless.
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