I feel contained and great

Like a well-designed house

On a state-maintained lake

What a way to stay awake!

With the lighting just so perfect

We're debating if it's fake

Any more beauty would be too much to take

Goddamn it, I was trying to agree with you again

That tone you use must just be murder on your friends

A better man would have stayed away

But we both know there's a grace

That only comes with certain age

At least you didn't wake in a cage

Or realize halfway through that

They're just words upon a page

And you're a character filled with generic rage

Goddamn it, I was trying to explain to you, my friend

How hard it is to make you relatable again

Even your name predicts a most unpleasant end

Maybe I should just leave you here and change my pencil to a pen