Longest Shortcut To Misery

You haven't changed, have you

Although you traded small town angst and hate

for countryside indifference and ignorance

You're no different, have no other goals

No other wishes or dreams

On the outside you look just the same

You haven't changed, have you

Don't look down on me, don't you see

That I'm the one laughing at you

You have no ambitions or aspirations

To become anything or anyone

To improve your current conditions

A few key matters still are the most important to you

How to be adored by your friends and local establishment

Your so-called friends have back-stabbed you so many times

That you've forgotten that you used to think it hurt

Now it's your everyday situation

You don't know how to feel, anymore

You tell yourself it's what you wanted

For self-preservation

Did you circle any of the ads in the paper

Did you ever get an interview

You didn't, did you

Barely finishing school is still the highpoint

of your life as you remember it

You haven't changed, have you

You're still the same

You still take the same walks

Still walk the same road to the same bus stop

Still live in the same house with the same ignorance

The same fights and same mess and same piles of junk

What can I do but laugh at you, pity you

You haven't even attempted to leave

Every same day of neglect has become a shield around you

Without any love from those around you, you had no other choice

You seek it out elsewhere, wherever you can get it

But you confuse love with admiration

And admiration is temporary

You have a role model, a hero of sorts, to inspire you

Letting you know you could always move three miles away

and hook up with the first loser you see

So you can still stay in range of what you know

The same fights and same mess and same piles of junk

Just in a different house with different faces

You haven't changed, have you

Should I stop laughing now, or stop pitying you

and actually lift my hat off for you,

and congratulate you

You found the longest shortcut to misery

That's always something, isn't it

Congratulations

If you ever rediscover how to hate

How to discard the empty and apathic

Let me know, hell, I'll buy you a coffee, or a beer

You'll deserve one after your time in the desert

I'll still be the one laughing at you

Hopefully I won't choke on my laughter