mood: unenthused music: 'big jesus trash can' by the birthday party

well, i managed to finish writing an optimistic poem today despite the fact that i'm tending to hate anyone who comes within a 10-foot radius of me.

i should be celebrating; this is the first poem to come along and break a spell of writer's block that's been troubling me lately. the last thing i wrote was the song 'Kristy Evans', but that's cheating, because i already had the music written as a guideline. all that aside, the only thing i need is a title, so i'm asking you to help me out here.

that said, here it is:

"(Your title here!)"

You say you want to be alone.
You say you’ll manage on your own.
Why should I grant you solitude?
Because you claim that you’ve been screwed?

Or is it ‘cause your life’s unjust?
An epic tale of your mistrust?
Right place, wrong time; that kind of thing?
Your heart’s a harp of broken strings.

So let me tell you something true.
Whatever ails you, I’ve been through.
And sometimes, yeah, it does still hurt.
The highs, the lows, they come in spurts.

They’ll pull you up, they’ll tear you down,
But all that you can do is frown
And say, “Experience: that’s the key.”
But that’s all bull to you and me.

Well I’m still here, and so are you.
The only thing that we can do
Is brace and wait for hell to rain,
And know that things can’t be the same.

Instead we’ll wait for something new,
And, oh, that melancholic truth
Will fade away like night to day.
And if that fails? What can we say?

Then you’ve got me, and I’ve got you,
And that’s the best that we can do.
We’ll shed our glassy tears as one.
Our hearts will beat in unison.

---Goei---