You've Changed, I Think

All the right questions, same answers

Same means to an end,

same end of a bottle to the same bed

I can hear the same song in your voice,

Somber, sweet, sad,

I was almost glad, but...

It's different, right?

Doing it without me,

it must be different,

right?

You had to have changed tremendously,

Having trudged through the tar, heat, and snow

I mean, I am almost new, so

Wait, you didn't see the tar?

The black pitch that ran through our living room for weeks,

the one that buried me 6 feet deep

in the hole you dug for me

You must've felt the heat, though

How blinding it was, the blisters that formed

I had so many sleepless nights full of aching,

from the burns you left on my skin

And the snow, the white snow

When I thought it was peace at last,

watching the snowfall outside,

I never noticed the thermostat was low

and I was becoming ice myself

I guess that makes sense, then

The weather you created wasn't sensed at all,

But thanks for picking up my call,

I think.

You know, I've changed

That tar took more toll than I had,

and that blistering sun left me scars unhealing,

and after the frostbite,

I am left aching

So I left what I could,

took with me what I had,

and left to somewhere quieter, darker,

to where I could lay softly

I chose a colder room,

with tar of my own,

and my own light to blind me,

so I could suffer solitarily

So, you haven't changed, not like I

Grown new skin, new muscle, new blood

I started from 6 feet below, but you,

you've kept your means to an end,

which is just waiting for me,

to pick up the phone again to see

if you've changed

yet