your old friends

Your old friends
don't come around much anymore
There isn't a lot to do here
mostly just idle talk
and old war stories
Those old feelings
have become a lesson
the faces and the names have changed
but those girls remain the same
Taunting, just out of reach
they know you won't take chase
You are a caged animal
hair raised on your spine
mouth a frothy mess
and eyes that never rest
Your filthy paws
will never feel free ground
your filthy mind
will never stop trying
Your old friends
never told you
there was never anything there
no one lives
no one dies there
It is a cheap stage
for even cheaper magic tricks
Once they're done
they move on to the next town.