When oblivion becomes irrelevant.

You told me you wouldn't underestimate, but that didn't mean
I wanted you to take every word I said and twist it
Till it meets your criteria. Yeah, the one of hatred, manipulation
And a wit so hard to beat.
But I can hardly find my feet as you analyse every word like
It's the missing clue to the murder.
The only problem you're having trouble solving,
Maybe, just maybe darling, it's because it hasn't happened yet.
And I wrote these words with the best intentions,
But what is in my mind and what springs to paper is becoming less and less
alike.
Sound familiar? Thought it might.
But you'll pick at each word till it no longer has meaning.
Like a poem written for a book,
Or a song with that oh so catchy hook.
Hook, line and sinker. That's how I fell.
But you've heard that one before and you were never much of a thinker.
Familiarity is synonymous with boring. You told me that once and
I knew I was different. I was the one to change you.
Well naivety long since departed. At the airport, it was planning on getting on
The same plane as you.
But security wouldn't let it through.
That's an indication of the times. But not in the conventional sense.
Think it through. But maybe I just wrote it because it rhymes.
I guess you'll never know me well enough to know.
Or to have even read this far.
So if you have, well that's an indication of something far, far worse than the times.