Prequel to a Lion's Hunt

you talk your walk
and walk your talk
your hat's never straight
you hand digits out like candy
for tears to flow like Colorado rivers

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

she misplaced your number
oops...why don't you quote more sad lyrics
whining and lifting
but your head's just too big
leave this one's heart in tact

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

tact. ha. in the same sentence with you
but never the same context of which you lack
you give your smiles and cheap lines for presents
you're like a starving lion in a field of antelope
you never finish your prey off. just mangled.

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

it's not the game. it's you.
the scars you leave you realize
but your mind's on the next one.
you're a father's sick dream
you're just a sad blog to delete later.

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

they'll learn and you'll stop growing
immortal child alone with wrinkles
you'll cry about your life and what went wrong
you'll continue your lies and constant strife
but you gave them wounds to heal.

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

so sit alone at the bar with your tap
talk of your cheap conquests
with other luminaries in your shallow field.
I'll drive past and laugh at your expense
maybe I'll even stop and buy you a beer,

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

I'll take my shot and walk right out.
listen to my descending foot steps
listen to the creak of the door, drink chips piling up
I'll be the ghost reminding you of your past
remember when I stopped you with a smile?

you've been weighed...
you've been measured...
and you've been found...
wanting.

ha. I'm a capitalized I.
you're just a lower case y.