I know he's blood but you can still turn him away
You don't owe him anything
Do you go to the dungeon?
To find out how to make peace
With your days in the dungeon
Writing a letter to you
Didn't make me feel any more peaceful
Than how I felt when we weren't speaking
Because I didn't cop to what I did
I can't love you
'Cause we're supposed to have professional boundaries
I'd like you to be schooled and in awe
As though you were kissed by god full on the lips
I'm in the front row (I'm too tired to recount the unpleasantries)
The front row with popcorn (One by one minute I want to banish you)
(The next I want to be on a deserted island with you)
I get to see you (along with my three favorite CDs)
See you (ambivalent yet in your)
Close up (bed we've yet to acknowledge what really happened)
Slid into the ditch
I have this overwhelming loss of ambition
We said let's name thirty good reasons
Why we shouldn't be together
I started by saying things like "you smoke" "you live in new jersey"
You started saying things like "you belong to the world"
All of which could have been easily refuted
But the conversation was hypothetical
I am totally short of breath for you
Why can't you shut your stuff off
I'm in the front row (and I laughed until my lungs hurt)
The front row with popcorn (I love how you bust my chops)
(You don't always feel seen sometimes you feel erasable)
I get to see you (unfortunately I cannot reciprocate)
See you (in my current state)
Close up (I think we should be careful of)
(How much time we spend together)
For a while while I'm speaking
You know how much you hate to be interrupted
Maybe spend some time alone
Fill up your proverbial cup so
That it doesn't always have to be about you
I've been wanting your undivided attention
I like the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of
Perspective people have of your charmed life seemingly
I'm in the front row (you never meant to be ungrateful)
The front row with popcorn (or held up to be whipped)
(Or wept for certainly not analyzed, prodded at more ways than one)
I get to see you (apparently you've been misrepresented)
See you (dealing with the concept of arrows being)
Close up (slung towards your outrageous fortune)
Hey, I'm not mad at you guardian
I'm mad at myself for spending so much time
With you and your Jekyll and Hydeness
I'm glad I figuratively slapped you on the wrist
You laughed a wicked laugh
And said "come here let me clip your wings!"
I know he's blood but you can still turn him away
You don't owe him anything
"Raise the roof," he yelled
"Yeah, raise the roof," I yelled back
Unfortunately you needed a health scare to reprioritize
No thanks to the soap box
Having me rile against them
Won't make an ounce of difference
I'm in the front row (oh, the things I've done for you)
The front row with popcorn (many a stitch a friend)
(A man's been left for you, oh, the books I've read for you)
(The tongues I've bitten for you)
I get to see you (many a new city for you)
See you (many a risk taken for you)
Close up (not a single regret)
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Front Row - Alanis Morissette
