Midnight

The last thing I felt like doing while dealing with a breaking heart
was work your shift for you so you could keep your promise
to the girl you fell in love with.

And part of me really didn't feel like taking the money I made
that night and buying supplies so you could keep your promise
to the girl you fell in love with.

All I wanted, at that point, was to go to sleep, but I passed that up
so I could help you make the thing you promised her you'd make.
And I didn't want to be the one

to deal with the demons that surfaced within you when you felt
like things were going wrong, but I sat there quietly and then
calmly helped you finish.

I helped you set up in the rain, with plenty of time for sound check,
and then worked all day at her event because I said I would, even though
my heart wasn't really in it.

And the crowning moment of the weekend, that I didn't want to deal with,
was sitting across the table from the two of you after 40 hours without sleep
watching you rest your head

on her shoulder and nuzzle her neck while the two of you sang along to
Bob Marley's "Is This Love" (I never got to thank you for that image,
by the way).

So I'm sure my frustration the other day was understandable when you
told me she had given you a massage to say thank you for all your help
and I got to spend

the rest of the day listening to you complain about being
under appreciated.