like a record baby

In the awesome and cyclical nature of things
it's been decided that I am cheap and deceitful again
or for always, depending on how you look at it.

I don't deserve this judgement, really,
cuz I been getting it on with my couch pillows
sending love notes to my house
caressing the remote like a lover.

I guess that's what you get when you tell someone you want to be with them forever.
Correction, I guess that's what I get. No more, no less,
than criticism and silence.

where's waldo? who cares?
where's the one that tries to trust me?
I'm being painted with the same brush
with its 2 years of hardening bristles
you'd think I'd have learnt some new tricks by now
if I really was an illusionist.