Our Love is Senile

So now she's turning a corner,

Wants to leave me again,

Though its sad

I really should warn her, you can only break up so many timesbefore losing us to absurdity without becoming forced to call.

She said, "How can we continueIf you're telling the truth, I still don't believe you."

So now she's getting tired

Wondering if it's a peak or precipice,

And just how to labor forward

When her man is a mess and never there.

Though its sad being apart,

Its much worse being together in silence

Because more than civility

We need laughter, happiness, madness, anything.

Our love is senile, like a blind child bumping into walls,

Say its not guilt keeping us together

How can we support each other's wills.

Our love is senile, like we don't recognize each other

Somehow we've relapsed to being strangers

The scuttling of tires in our sacred realm

Now it's time to play the socialist, and protect our little chick

From our problems, confusion, this evasiveness is no solution.