The Nonsense of a Narcissist

If you would just let go and let me alienate you the way I knew how,
then none of this would be a problem,
especially if you would stop telling me that I did not know what was best for you,
when, in fact, I knew exactly that,

Deep down,
deep, deep down,

you were not a bad person at heart,
in your heart,
in the part of it that still remained

But we were one in the same,
you and me,
because I was not a good person either

And I was certain that we could co-exist,
you and me,

with our furniture polish and our reveries of rubbing out the imperfections in this wood,
the malformations we knew to be indelible to say the least,

But this could all work very well,
in this round hole,
if we could hold our dirty rags,

if you could walk with me down by the wading pool,
and laugh about the flip side,
and laugh about your flip side,
and laugh about your flip side