Cup of Pride

You made me fly away

3,000 mile across the states

You gave my tears a place

To fall with out disgrace

You pulled me back to see

A concert under the trees

Drove through snow from sea to sea

Only to fall down again on my knees

You are the meanest midnight player

You're rough and brutal badlands personified

You're killing me like a drive across the great salt lake

With nothing left to drink but a cup of pride

You told me we had no relationship

After seven months of being there online

Came to see you seven times

Brought you gifts to stay alive

But you broke my heart and sent me on a wild ride

You made me fly away

3,000 mile across the states

You snapped my heart apart before my face

Like a stick over your knee

You then tossed me in the fire

I'm burning up while you're warm from what transpired

You are the meanest midnight player

You're rough and brutal badlands personified

You're killing me like a drive across the great salt lake

With nothing left to drink but a cup of pride

Santa Cruz to Oakland

Oakland to Las Vegas

Las Vegas to Los Angeles

Los Angeles to San Francisco

San Francisco to San Jose

Won't you tell me I can stay?

Won't you just give me a hug

Stop this nonsense you've begun

I can't take it anymore

You've singled me out to spin

Like a record on your dance floor

I'm running away

Then coming back

I'm getting car sick

And panic attacks

Please stop this madness

You say it's not real

but look at what you've done to me, baby

Look at how I feel?

The symptoms are classic

The actions surreal

I'm in love with a singer

Who won't let me touch or heal

You are the meanest midnight player

You're rough and brutal badlands personified

You're killing me like a drive across the great salt lake

With nothing left to drink but a cup of pride

Will you please reach out to find me?

Will you ever stop singing about Willow trees?

Will you come to your senses, baby

Let me into your life

Cuz I'm dying on the highway

Run over by your memories

I could drive on forever

The highway is only a metaphor

For the path I follow to your soul

In this world of rock and roll

It's a song we've all heard so many times before

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016