Motorcycle Driveby Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Five years past and we grew up too fast,
the shadows have changed, but the city's still the same,
as you're trying to escape this world, you still don't fit,
and there is this burning like there has always been. 
 
You flew away below the stars, above the clouds,
escaping Buffalo's evil, feeling so alone,
finding your soul you've always knew, feeling so alive,
while there are things I like to do, but you don't believe in.
 
While I'm sitting on this couch, the sun is in my eyes,
crashing through the window, I feel so excluded,
listening to your problems, thinking about your future,
I'll tell you I don't believe you, as I get shot from a motorcycle drive by.
 
You tell me not to be so negative, your axis is on tilt,
feeling guilt-free like I never mattered, as if you can just throw me out,
but I've tasted the salt and I've tasted the pain,
I'm not going to think of you again, as this summer dies.
 
Even your careening mind seems so serene,
knowing before you did, I am the one that's stupid,
for letting go of this friendship, when I know I'll never let a friend fall,
maybe we'll be friends in the end, and you'll wonder who I am.
 
I would like to build something, but you'd never see it happen,
because I could never do that, and you'd always see through that,
and as the sun goes down in my eyes, I'm not thinking of you again,
even though I have never felt so alone, but I have never felt so alive.
 
Just like your old friends in the past, the world is revolving around you,
there is no doubt you both grew apart, but that's beginning to happen here too,
feeling under appreciated is something I can do without,
but as you're changing for the worse, I'm changing for the best.