The Long Con

"The Long Con" By Kevin Robey April 4, 2014 Tell me that it’s just a ruse And I’m just a bit confused That every single thing I do Is getting further from the truth I’ll gender-bend You’ll condescend Don’t make amends Against your wind Let’s just assume That I’m immune To changing tides Of every moon No wasted lines Where this aligns My every sign Of tired crimes So quote your rules Just give me fuel Tell me I’m a fool Simply missing tools Today I walk alone On top of broken bones Don’t pick up the phone You’ll hear me turn to stone One day I’ll be old Outside your fold Despite the cold I’ll hold a special mold I’ll speak again Through a grin With thicker skin You’ll never win These smile lines Are not divine It’s our design We intertwine So who am I? Look in my eyes Blue as the sky Don’t tell me why I’ll figure out Without a doubt A better route My hope devout Searching forever For warmer weather The noose I’ll sever We made together I’m not a little bit confused But your words still left a bruise Until the day this life is used There’s nothing left for me to lose