Thursday, November 13, 2003
An Attempt at What to Say When Someone Tells You “Say Something”
What do you want me to say? ‘Thanks for the experience’? ‘Oh well, maybe I won’t miss on the next one’? ‘Well, at least that makes me one closer to the one I’m looking for’? I can’t answer that when right now I don’t even want to look at you, much less talk to you. You know what it’s like to take in that kind of information and have to give a response that won’t make me seem ashamed.
Is there some correct answer I can give you like this is a job interview? Something that will make you suddenly change your mind and say ‘Oh, what the hell? He’s not that bad after all.’ Could I make you fall in love with me in just a few words? Any suggestions. You had me at hello. The things I said to you were true. As we speak, I’m going down. Love me now? Did you ever love me? Was it all lies? Was this eminent? Was this my magic elephant? Big as a house. Sitting in the living room and I didn’t see it because I couldn’t face the truth. Ignorance is bliss.
Why are you still here? I’d run away crying like a little girl with a scraped knee by now, but I’m crippled by what you told me. Maybe it’s more that I’m weighted down in pain. Shouldn’t I feel light as a feather with the burden of a relationship removed from my back? Or did I finally get rid of the load to be hit by a ton of bricks?
Oh well. It was fun, right? Fun enough to lose almost all connection with the world outside for this? Fun enough to give my friends up for yours? Fun enough to use/waste all my funds on your amusement? Fun enough to remember the good times and shrug it off after it’s over? It was fucking Six Flags, wasn’t it? Oh, it was Six Flags alright. A roller coaster ride that went straight down, but it was a slow decline, so it would be easier on the weak of heart. Guess only one passenger out of the two that ride survive. OH WELL.
Maybe I can ask you a few questions. Why did even start it with me if you knew this was going to happen? When you knew that your feelings weren’t stronger than steel? Why figure that it will grow with time? If they weren’t like steel, then they were probably as flimsy as aluminum. Aluminum rusts and when it rusts it’s still as sharp as fuck and if you get cut the only way to get better is to find fast relief. And let me tell you something. I’m trash, but I’m above using whores. Well, I guess I’m wrong there. I racked up quite a bill with you.
Author’s note: If above results in any bodily harm from the audience, Tiger of Oz® cannot and will not be held accountable. The preceding was simply a suggestion of many responses that can be given.
What do you want me to say? ‘Thanks for the experience’? ‘Oh well, maybe I won’t miss on the next one’? ‘Well, at least that makes me one closer to the one I’m looking for’? I can’t answer that when right now I don’t even want to look at you, much less talk to you. You know what it’s like to take in that kind of information and have to give a response that won’t make me seem ashamed.
Is there some correct answer I can give you like this is a job interview? Something that will make you suddenly change your mind and say ‘Oh, what the hell? He’s not that bad after all.’ Could I make you fall in love with me in just a few words? Any suggestions. You had me at hello. The things I said to you were true. As we speak, I’m going down. Love me now? Did you ever love me? Was it all lies? Was this eminent? Was this my magic elephant? Big as a house. Sitting in the living room and I didn’t see it because I couldn’t face the truth. Ignorance is bliss.
Why are you still here? I’d run away crying like a little girl with a scraped knee by now, but I’m crippled by what you told me. Maybe it’s more that I’m weighted down in pain. Shouldn’t I feel light as a feather with the burden of a relationship removed from my back? Or did I finally get rid of the load to be hit by a ton of bricks?
Oh well. It was fun, right? Fun enough to lose almost all connection with the world outside for this? Fun enough to give my friends up for yours? Fun enough to use/waste all my funds on your amusement? Fun enough to remember the good times and shrug it off after it’s over? It was fucking Six Flags, wasn’t it? Oh, it was Six Flags alright. A roller coaster ride that went straight down, but it was a slow decline, so it would be easier on the weak of heart. Guess only one passenger out of the two that ride survive. OH WELL.
Maybe I can ask you a few questions. Why did even start it with me if you knew this was going to happen? When you knew that your feelings weren’t stronger than steel? Why figure that it will grow with time? If they weren’t like steel, then they were probably as flimsy as aluminum. Aluminum rusts and when it rusts it’s still as sharp as fuck and if you get cut the only way to get better is to find fast relief. And let me tell you something. I’m trash, but I’m above using whores. Well, I guess I’m wrong there. I racked up quite a bill with you.
Author’s note: If above results in any bodily harm from the audience, Tiger of Oz® cannot and will not be held accountable. The preceding was simply a suggestion of many responses that can be given.
// posted by Unknown @ 2:33 PM 
