NO ONE BETTER

You’re not my color, not quite my size,
but I’m not like your other guys,
and I can’t recognize what you must see
about this thing you think is me.
I’m just spending time with you
‘cause I’ve got no one better to do.

In your circle, everyone is driven
by roles in the scenario they’re livin’ –
a cosmos with the order of its spheres,
orbits that you’ve all maintained for years,
and I’m the interloper on your crew,
‘cause I’ve got no one better to do

When there’s no further you can take it
and it’s a drag to waste more time to fake it,
you’ll know when to disappear,
and it will be like you were never here.

Let’s go out, you can have some fun –
I’ll stay mute; you talk to everyone;
I’ll look on as you let guys make passes,
the guys you like are total asses
they look at me like I’m one, too,
‘cause I’ve got no one better to do

When you realize that I’d seen through
all that I’d sat back and watched you do
and let you get away with,
you’ll go look for someone else to play with.

I may look as though I fill a role;
you don’t know I let you fill a hole.
Ridicule me as your private chump –
you are just my lonley landfill dump
where lovely foliage once grew
when I had someone better to do.

© 2015 Steve Fitch