i'm so glad

i'm so glad 

i stayed out of the way

i'm so glad 

that i waited for this day

i knew who you were then

i knew you'd still be when

and now it's her turn

to pay for hell 

from your sins

bombs in the grip

 were all double agents

One mission done

Another can begin 

Sometimes without

Sometimes within

My night time, 

Your day. 

And 180 on that point

You get it

My, my

what a beautiful journey

Coming full circle 

feels like being made whole

whose turn is it now

And who do I get to be?

i am moot.

 I have no meaning

when I am around.

yet after 

being cast aside,

suddenly 

my stories matter 

but only if

they get to tell them.

what a discomfort

that I don't get to choose.

they get to rely on 

lies in the future.

to keep me from

from reading to much 

into things.

I choose to bookmark

my place 

in their past.

bed you made

 in fact,

you didn't make it up.

you left it a mess. 

and I have a feeling

that when you return home

you'll jump back into it 

the way you left it. 

the least you could do

 is leave me 

the cool side of the pillow.

I'll roll out of  bed

when it's time 

to wake up.