YOUR PRESENT

The other day I thought I'd lost you

Lost you to the wiles of women

Lost you to the once beguiled

Lost you to the ways of sinnin'

Lost you to a better drug

Lost you to the choice of victim

Lost you to the weight of wages

That add up to less you're given

Found a note that spoke the "truth"

For a woman with no hymns and

Found within a rotten bloke

Who doesn't want to lose his livin'

But intertwined with myth and story

Was a truth that hides within them

The only lies been had to have

Is locked within your seven digits

You've moved on 'cept for this vice

This constant urge you're always textin'

Wonderin' who the hell are you

Speaking to with your ten digits

Whenever I come unannounced

Whenever I come unexpected

See your fingers pace that phone

Wonderin' what you had just texted

It's like your past is allegory

It's like your past is in your present

It's like your past shines through your phone

And all the things they're representin'

So I wonder how can I

Defeat the last of your resentment

If you can't let them go

And all the things that they're presentin'

They are idle and not better

Than the pain that you've been stuck in

They're not better than the guys

You've passed the time with boredom fuckin'

I don't want to sound too rude

I don't want to be condescendin'

But the fact is that your phone

Is the tie that binds your present