Supplicant

They paid in cash, so you played their songs
But there was no feeling; every note was hollow
And on the way back, you listened to
That old recording that used to be your favorite

Not the way I lapsed
Not the way I spend my time talking out of line and out of context
Not the way I laugh
Not the way you spend your time talking in a line and under your breath

I must have overstated, I think I've just negated
Everything that I was trying to say
And all the things I hated were never really all that bad
In the end, anyway