Moral Centralia

"You are weak, I am strong,

and I've done nothing but lead you on," she said.



Drove around all night, stoplights were interminable,



But I get along all right as long I don't have to interact



With anyone else on a meaningful level, I'll be fine



Because I don't want to marry my convictions, (not right now)



When wicked thoughts come inter alia



You wind up in Centralia; morally.



Looking for a decent cup of coffee



And try to meet halfway.



It seems like I'm stealing your words



But really, I'm just giving them back to you.



Once again, it's all about me.



And pride is not a factor, no.



Once again, it's all about me.



"You are weak, I am strong,

and I've done nothing but lead you on and on," she said.



Feeling well into my cups already



Just until my hands are steady



The spins are setting in



I swear I'll never never feel like myself again.



I'd like to go back ten years



And show you a picture of yourself now



But I'm afraid that it might kill you then



You used to be such a loyal friend



Once again, it's all about me.



And pride is not a factor, no.



Once again, it's all about me.



Then done by an inner-monologue:



Once again, it's all about me.