Somewhere In The Southwest

I'd rather chase feelings that don't exist
than watch television and try to retro-fit.
I already know the stories; they bore me.
You can spin the facts to lie more for me.
Today I'll be at home, out of town.
In the vicinity, unseen for miles around.
I can turn a joke into a series
like you can turn the truth into your theories
         but they never sound right.

I'll be in the neighborhood,
somewhere southwest.
Meet me in the village
with your hands outside your vest.
I'll stick around;
if you're late I'll wait for your call.
I'll be in the neighborhood,
if I'm home at all.

I lie to myself all the fucking time
when I recite your praises, line by line.
"This-this" and "this-that" and "you're so special"
are more so remedial than comical.
Don't return to what you left behind
if you couldn't leave the starting line
         (if you couldn't find the finish line).
The city will move around just fine
         (just fine!).
So leave your past
         and all your quirks
         and petty traits
         on the map
for the next idiot who pays you in the currency of time.

I might be in the neighborhood,
somewhere heading southwest.
Meet me in the village (at the pillage)
in your righteous bullet-proof vest.
I'll stick around
so you'll show me you won't come
and I won't argue
over what was done was done
(or make a point of bringing it up again).

The good-natured insults went too far.
The hats I hide behind now describe my scars.
I gave up on giving out and holding out
and wondering, exactly (what the fuck??!)
         (wondering exactly what the fuck)
         what you're all about.
I'm always able to engage in compromise
unless my name is perpetrated by lies.
I'm not usually forthright but I'm complete;
enjoy your hand-me-downs
         from the people in the streets
         (my work here is not complete
         besides making you obsolete to me).

I'm in the neighborhood,
going southwest
and if things don't look so good,
I'd say it's for the best.
This prickly village will haunt me
more so than most
but I'm not worried...
I'll be that ghost.
         I might be around
         but I'm not home.
         I'll be in the southwest,
         examining the unknown.
         I'll make it home;
         make it my own.
         You're north and south in your life.
         I'm all that I've shown (and more
         and more and more and more).