On and On

Contumacious, inept and brainless over confident, outspoken and courageous I’d go on and on and on and on and on about him. Problematic, and so dramatic like an elephant in musth, so damn erratic. And I’d go on and on and on and on and on about him. A full extremist, obsessed completist I’d know these things that were not any of my business But I’d go on and on and on... Seemed so untouchable, wild, irresponsible Why was I so drawn to that? Horse blinkers on I was closed off from everyone and so much other great stuff.... Hedonistic, masochistic Fulfill my expectations, completely unrealistic Still, I’d go on and on and on and on about him I’d get defensive, overprotective I’d get so wound up and forget taste is subjective I’d just go on and and on and on and on about it Stupid elitist, I was transfixed and heedless, oh man Why was I fascinated? Not cool to be around, I’d bring my family down Sick of listening to his licks Horse blinkers on I was closed off from everyone and so much other great stuff.... It takes 10 or 20 years to soothe a swollen heart But every time I’d try, he’d leave another bloated mark How many wishes do you spend on a rebound? And it’s all but over when your heroes let you down. No more ambitions, no compositions Seems to me he chooses to no longer listen He just goes on and on and without it. Just horrendous! And so pretentious I’ve waited too long for him to something tremendous STILL I go on and on...