No Exit

So it's true— the friction was too much
The byproduct of who you are and me

Hold the applause, I'm trying to hold a grudge
The recipient of news and gnashing teeth

I will not respond to this tired thread
We've notarized the tension in our heads from time to time
I will not repose to this mortal coil
The incidence of which is void and null

So I'll redact the lines to erase you
And replace what I saw with the things I've said and never meant
Complicate the boundaries between happenstance and consequence
And no one will see what I saw in you

So it's true— your mind is out to lunch
The ghostwriter for soap opera TV

I'm not like you, the way I make my plans
And somehow, you have found yourself in me?

I will not respond to this tired thread
We've notarized the tension in our heads from time to time
I will not repose to this mortal coil
The incidence of which is void and null

So I'll redact the lines to erase you
And replace what I saw with the things I've said and never meant
Complicate the boundaries between happenstance and consequence
And no one will see what I saw in you