conclusions, grand finales, illusions of love and the ultimate distraction

She told me that I shouldn't swear so much at women.

I feel that it's my obligation to be an equal opportunity

supplier of great conversation.

I used to love my instrument,

I spent every day with it honing my skill.

It let me down over time and I decided

to try and love a girl.

She pulled something out of me

that my guitar never could.

It was something so hopeless and desperate,

there's not really a way of explaining it

without a smile on your face.

But I ride my bike to work

and show up like nothing ever happened.

One week, two weeks, three, four, five and so forth.

Slowly but surely slipping into a real insanity.

The kind that only living dead men know.

So instead, I hope for a car crash.

She's a business woman, like her father.

If the deal goes bad, she knows how to handle it.

One bad transaction after another.

She is also a master of natural selection.

Constantly becoming involved.

So she "protects herself" by killing the only love I knew.

She always said suicide was selfish,

that you'd only be hurting those around you.

The mourning I know is of a love
that has been permanently terminated

but the only one who is hurting around her is me.

There's a reason why women in general do not commit such an act.

They're in the business of selecting.

One cigarette left, it's my lucky day.

She said her love was never ending.

It was a hoax and I bought it.

One bad transaction after another.

So what's in it for me she would probably ask?

The ultimate distraction, the grand finale.

I clearly have many illusions about love.

She had a plan for me before we met.

She knew she was going to catch me in her web.

She's not afraid to admit that she's a great catch.

So she returns to previous lovers,

constantly planning something that she only knows,

in hopes that maybe one day her planning pays off.

Transaction after transaction.

There's no time to hesitate, she's got people to see.

She's got never ending love to spread around to others.

Except myself.

There is no conclusion but distractions.

One bad distraction after another,

until you find the ultimate distraction.

What is it you may ask?

Is it closing down the business?

Tearing down the shop?

She's a business woman,

always with a plan.

If the deal goes bad, she's always prepared for the next.

One bad transaction after another.