manhole

I'm holding here a book, notable, but not the greatest Stolen for me by the latest in a long line of thieves And I'm just about to drop it down that manhole of memories When I realize it doesn't bother me like love's mementos usually do And I look up to see who's different here, the latest me or the latest you 'Course, you're the kind of guy who doesn't lie, he just doctors everything Chooses some una*suming finger and quietly moves his wedding ring Who rewrites his autobiography for any pretty girl who'll sing But you can't fool the queen, baby 'cuz I married the king And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty With no opposite reality, like a puddle with no reflection Of the sky or the trees, but after my dreaded beheading I tied that s*cker back on with a string And I guess I'm pretty different now, considering I kissed you on the street that night on the far side of four But I didn't like the taste in my mouth or yours And ignoring the persona you wore for my benefit For once I had the balls to call it, just call it But a lesson must be lived in order to be learned And the clarity to see and stop this now that is what I've earned And maybe it was I who betrayed his majesty With no opposite reality, like a puddle with no reflection Of the sky or the trees but after my dreaded beheading I tied that s*cker back on with a string And I guess I'm pretty different now, considering I'm holding here a book, notable, but not the greatest Stolen for me by the latest in a long line of thieves And I'm just about to drop it down that manhole of memories When I realize it doesn't bother me and heartache not so dire 'Cuz I looked up to see integrity finally won over desire