thanks for not being you

my friends and i
we're a tired bunch of fools
making a ton of noise from here to there
take your shots and walk out the door
this is what we're looking for

we play our games,
let's slur our names,
we'll be the same.

and now i'm taking the blame
for crimes i never committed
and now i'm handing out compliments like candy
i guess i am your sweetest tooth

at least that's what we're taught
that’s what i learned today
i’m going for a smoke and trying not to start

you were terrified of train tracks
and all of your friends flattened pennies for fun
ran away laughing from the metal stampedes
you climbed trees and planted seeds

someday someone somewhere will know
who did what, when, where, and why
i know now that i don’t

i add insults to my injuries
and salt in my wounds
so they never heal
you said I never feel

someone told me to donate to a good cause
“even if it's just a dollar or a prayer"
what the fuck is a prayer going to do?
what the fuck are we doing here?

you like me like i like you like you said so i guess
i like you like you like me at least i think so
i think i liked you more when you were worse

i took it all
hook, line, and sucker
say i might be crazy
but i'm sure i'm not insane

you are not your wallet
you are not your stitches
you are not your house
you are not your cars
you are not your job
you are the soil from which I grow

thanks for not being you