Short End of the Stick
I tried to explain to you last night, it depends on how you look at things. I don't agree that you got the short end of the stick.
My life was not my own for a long time. Maybe I didn't know who my friends were. But there have been lots of times when I have known who my friends
weren't.
I'm sorry I made you feel bad. I really am. That is horrible. I have been a monster in the past, I don't deny it. So have you.
I consider you a friend, I know you have come to my defense. But you want from me things that I am not prepared to give. Your perspective & mine are not the same. Your experiences & mine are not the same. I want to leave the past in the past, you want too much information. I want arm's length.
The thing that has stuck most vividly in my mind is you telling me that you have heard so
many ills spoken about me. I have tried not to speak a lot of ill of people. I didn't think I had enemies in this town. It's sad to hear that maybe I am wrong about that.
Last night was real tough. I wonder what happens now...
"If you look up when they flip the switches, you can see the smoke from all my burnin' bridges"
I got my ducks in a row.
