Front Row lyrics

Do you go to the dungeon.

To find out how to make peace

With your days in the dungeon?

Writing a letter to you didn't make me any more peaceful

Than how I felt when we weren't speaking.

Because I didn't cop to what I did.

I can't love you because we're supposed to have professional boundaries.

I'd like you to be schooled and in awe

As though you were kissed by God full on the lips.

I'm in the front row

The front row with popcorn.

I get to see you close up.

I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries one by one

one

Minute I want to banish you the next I want to be on a deserted island

With you along with my three favorite CD's

Ambivalent yet in your bed

We've yet to acknowledge what really happened.

Slid into the ditch.

I have this overwhelming loss of ambition

We said let's name thirty good reasons

why we shouldn't be together.

I started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in New Jersey"

You started saying things like "you belong to the world"

All of which could have been easily refuted

But the conversation was hypothetical

I am totally short of breath for you

Why can't you shut your stuff off.

I'm in the front row,

The front row with popcorn

I get to see you see you close up.

And I laughed until my lungs hurt

I love how you bust my chops

You don't always feel seen

Sometimes you feel erasable

Unfortunately I cannot reciprocate in my current state

I think we should be careful of how much time

we spend together.

For a while I'm speaking

You know how much you hate to be interrupted

Maybe spend some time alone fill up your proverbial cup

So that it doesn't always have to be about you

I've been wanting your undivided attention

I like the fact that you're nothing like me

Are you not burdened by the lack of perspective people

Have of your charmed life (seemingly)?

I'm in the front row

The front row with popcorn

I get to see you see you close up.

You never meant to be ungrateful nor held up

To be whipped or wept for certainly not analyzed

Prodded at more ways than one apparently you've been

Misrepresented dealing with the concept of arrows

Being slung towards your outrageous fortune.

Hey I'm not mad at you guardian

I'm mad at myself for spending so much time

With you and your jeckyl and hydeness

I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist

You laughed a wicked laugh and said 'come here let me clip

your wings'

(I know he's blood but you can still turn him away

you don't owe him anything)

"Raise the roof" he yelled "yeah raise the roof" I yelled back.

(unfortunately you need a health scare to

reprioritize)

No thanks to the soap box.

Having me rile against them won't make an ounce of difference.

I'm in the front row

The front row with popcorn.

I get to see you see you close up.

Oh the things I've done for you many a sitch

A friend a man's been left for you oh the books

I've read for you the tongues I've bitten for you many a new

City for you many

A risk taken for you (not a single regret).