ADULT Supervision

ADULT Supervision

I'm under house arrest again.
Locked in and out from contact.
I need my adult supervision
or I'm gonna get in contact with old sources.

Slippery slope,
I've met you,
climbed you,
now I feel like sliding back down.

It's funny because I get so serious about it all
seriously think I'm the victim and play dumb
and when I think about how I really was
I see the humour in playing the game.

Who was I fooling? Fooling myself.
Not even I, because look I've caught me.
I'm under house arrest again, needing supervision
because the phone is off the hook
and the internet is connected
and I'm searchin' for old sources in the yellow pages
and directories online.

"I'm sorry so-and-so, forgot your name once I left you.
That's good you're doing well and your kids are doing fine.
That's great you're back on track- pity that-
no, never mind, it's nothing. Me? I'm doing nothing.
Just sitting in a bath tub bathing- maybe misbehaving.
Over in an hour? Better shower."

Click, whip, and skip the messages on the phone
as I hang up and forget they're coming over.
Maybe they'll meet each other downstairs-
I've only called a few from the past;
maybe them all.
And they can all look at each other and after an hour
realize how pathetic they really are.

"Hey, boys and girls!"
I'll shout from my window as they walk away,
"I'm really not that bad- you know how good I am,"
as one flips me the finger,
"you know I know what to do with that!"
and off they are again away.

But none of that's happened
no evil happy after
only sitting and waiting for anyone of them to show up
cause I'd be grateful.
I'll take the slope I know,
it's better than the devil I don't.
And we all know the devil we're after.

Now take me on in
give me adult supervision
spy me up and down
and see past the grin.

-Matthew Koutzun