The Bigger Person

I don't need to write my own allegory. You already wrote it for me. I wish you had given me the decency of anonymity. Instead, you put me on blast. You always said you'd take the pain and put it on a billboard. I said I hoped your plan crashed over the Atlantic. We were made for fashion, not function and we're more like beauty and the beast. But the beauty is only skin deep because we're both monsters on the inside. I wish I could have put your name in lights. Instead, I'm left your dirty secret, swept under the rug of your picture perfect life. But you'd still come to me in the middle of the night. You can say you wouldn't until you're blue in the face. You look so good in blue, I just might listen if only to see you struggle for an explanation. You were never good in person, better on the page by your own proclamation. You took the worst moments of our life and put them in type. I never thought I'd see the day you'd write a best seller about our history. I should be flattered, maybe I would, if you hadn't painted me so accurate. I wish I could say I've changed, I've learned. But you and I both know the score. Can't live together, can't live apart. Doomed from the very fucking start. You're a cancer that's spreading throughout my veins, but I'm still begging you to stay. I'm the one begging for another chance, but you don't even deserve a second guess. In the end, I think I love you more. You were too busy trying to take over the world. I always said I'd be waiting in the shadows of your life. But I think I've got more self-respect than to fall for another line. I hope that you read this and it feels like a vice grip around your lungs. I hope the new album goes straight to number one. I hope all the best for you, even if you don't deserve it. Because I am going to be the bigger person.