A Distorted Rendition Of Me
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‘I miss you,’ you say, but we’re both aware,
You miss the feeling that in there somewhere–
Is a man you’d be proud to stand beside,
Cool, aloof, leather-clad, with a healthy dose of pride.
And for a while there, I thought, maybe I could pretend,
To smirk, smoke, turn away, condescend.
But you see, I was never the man you wanted me to be,
The guy you miss, a distorted rendition of me.
Frowning at jokes and sneering at smiles,
I’ve gone vegan, leather’s so last season, and assholery’s out of style.
I laugh too loud for your tastes now, my love,
Buy me a black coffee, and maybe, we’ll go back to square one.