By The Guppy
Date: 29 June 1999

fool at arms

i saw you standing yesterday
with the man you call your friend
perhaps it was your hand in his
or your lips on his
that makes it easy to pretend
i've got nothing to go back to now
and even if, not sure i would
i can do most anything
but, when it comes to you
i'm not sure i could
be so masochistic

i could walk through fire
i could walk on snakes
i could walk the wires
i could walk on lakes
but, why try to be a saviour?

why even try to justify
the horror you left creeping in my room?
if i had a choice in life
i would've stayed deep inside the womb
i'd have never been born
never raced with rats
never cried a tear
never owned a cat
and never would have loved you

i could talk a mile
in a minute flat
i could talk with style
i could make small chat
but, what's the point in trying?

you've already got your mind made up
you've already pinned me to the ground
get off my back, and get there quick
i promise i won't make another sound
but, promises are only words
when looked back on
they seem absurd
taken out of context

i could fight for you
i could fight with him
i could fight for love
i could fight to win
but, would you even see it?

i couldn't take it one more time
to even just look into your eyes
the portals to your soul, you see
to me are something that i now despise
yeah, they are blue
and oh so pretty
but their effects
on me are...not
just wear sunglasses

i could play the fool
i could play the clown
i could play my cards
i could play around
but, i'm sure not playing your game

i have been far too good
to be treated with whatever this is
you assured me that your heart was mine
can't help it that i don't like that it's his
you won't hear it
you just won't see
the things you've done
you've done to me
funny how it changes

i could tell a tale
i could tell a lie
you could tell me "sorry"
you could tell me why
but, let's just tell the truth
goodbye