Tragic Comedy

I was offered a ride in the vehicle of my best friend
when I got together yesterday with my ex-girlfriend
We are all going to see radiohead
So why not save some money at one end?

No, I think I'd rather pay the bus to take me
Because as much as I love you guys and you guys care about me
And as much as I know it would be hilarious
More than that it would be a tragedy

Because as much as I love you, 
and would love to talk, smoke, and grow
After being abandonned by both of you
I'm not sure you're people I want to know

And it kind of drives me mad to think
You'll get home and in all likelihood
Tonight you'll fuck the one we both loved
The same one who replaced me as quick as he could

2.

I thought you had better intentions
thought you had a better plan
than to leave me here without direction
To follow yours with another man
I guess these are the false pretenses
that doomed our love before it began

I was like an innocent Columbus
charting the waters of your Cancer
Oh how beautiful! How awe-inspiringly beautiful!
Are her hills and valleys, her love-filled curves
her sweet carresses, the embracing way
that she blesses my tongue, my mind,
all in one move she's enriched my life

But Columbus, you know, they don't write it down
not in history, but he actually searched for gold
Not for love or new land or civilization
Just for gold. And he killed,
he killed, he killed and he killed
and he stole the land, the furs,
the women AND the gold!
But he left behind the wisdom
That could have saved his soul
But that's Columbus, you know?
A damn fool headed off in the wrong direction
With all the wrong intentions
Like so many other greedy
pretentious europeans
But I'm innocent, remember?
Do you remember?

I guess I did my part to offend her
I oppressed her spirit like a subject
of my twisted fantasy life
in which hugs and kisses
are the precious true riches
and we do not all live in abject poverty
like in reality, where we chase money
to find some objective level of wealth
while our subjective sense of health
and our ability to relate the self to someone else
goes straight to hell

And that's why honey
I tried to force you to believe
In my twisted life of fantasy
So we could be rich with precious true riches
Happy with our hugs and our kisses
So we could be free to sell our time
not for money, nor for gold,
but for love to share even as we grow old
Because I'm innocent, you see?
Remember now? You were too, just like me
Before it became apparent that your love wasn't true
Back when we believed the best thing we could do
Was share our love with everyone
Starting here and now, me and you
I guess we always knew
these were the false pretenses
Behind your ecstatic "I Love You"s
We never did get free
I'm locked up to this day
But my delusion made it seem
as though we had found The Way

I thought you had better intentions
I thought you had a better plan
than to leave me here without direction
To follow yours with another man
I guess these are the false pretenses
That doomed our love before it began

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These things in my mind will float on