"I'm just about ready to turn this into a movie"
As he dances he spouts theatrics
A jab follows verse
Tongues lash like arms.
You owe it to me.
She is a presence, and will be felt
While we pack the past away.
"I had to go see about a girl"
She's still so self-involved.
Memory fades of what I used to be
I'll grow old.
Who were we pretending to see?