Liked You Better

liked you better when you strung out, when you weren’t all high & mightyn’ on top of the world (like you seem to think you are now)--- yup, certainly liked you better when your life was in wreckage, when, more like the reality you lived less like a fantasy & didn’t go to the store to buy that can of white paint for your picket fence & when you were liked better, you didn’t chatter all the time clouding those the conversations of others round you, as well as those inside your own fragmented skull--- yes, have to say i liked you better when you were down & out & distraught, than bundled up in whatever illusion you are treading water in now.