Sep 29, 2008 19:17
every day, he's up or he's down.
i feel like he was different
until they shaped him into what
they wanted him to be: america.
you weren't my first love,
and you're not my last.
but boy, when i first met you,
you were so compelling to me.
your personality intrigued me,
as you were so complex.
but then they turned you
into what could pass as
'civility' to them.
and now all i have to
remember you by is a
black-and-white
version of you.
because when you're up
the other guy's down.
or he's up and you're down.
and that's all you've
been telling me for months.
but for what it's worth,
in the end, i hope you
get up and stay up.