Ida Back Burner
This doesn't have to end,
But it should.
We used to help each other out,
Now it doesn't feel good.
So go back to your room
And hide with your cellophane.
All twisted up in two
Like Caliban you've seen it all
Without language to use.
The phonecalls stopped,
The letters, too.
Maybe we passed on the street,
Pretended we never knew.
It might be worth the effort
But we don't have the time
Or the will to intrude.
Sooner or later you have to choose
Between one set of lies and another.
It's nothing new.
But like it or not,
There's part of me in you.
I don't know if I'll ever see you again
And there's one thing I'll never understand.
It's like the words that we said
Rolled over to play dead
And we kissed them goodbye
And never questioned why.
