I started working for someone named John.
he was an asshole.
I fell for someone named Jon.
he was the sweetest boy who ever lived.
John was a prick that would tell homos to suck his dick.
I cuddled with Jon in a tunnel and we kissed in the rain.
John sniffed coke in front of his kids.
When we couldn’t be together, Jon was so upset he did a few lines.
John didn’t want to pay me want I deserved.
Even when he looked strung out, Jon was still an angel in my eyes.
My heart wasn’t in the writing I did for John.
The love was busy burning strong for Jon.
When I wasn’t in the office, John was concerned.
Jon was always a mystery, I never knew where he was.
John lit a cigarette and told me like it is – questioning my performance.
Handing me a smoke, Jon cracked jokes and said he was single.
I was so sure that John hated me
that I would soon be fired.
I told Jon I didn’t know what to do with my life
he seemed balled up in his own confusion.
John wanted me to name artist of the year.
I never saw much of Jon’s work and his was the only art that mattered to me.
John was still funny with the money, disguised as the alpha-male, sizing me up.
I took off my costume and told Jon how I felt
he threw on a mask and disappeared on Halloween.
John was starting to believe
in me, I don’t know what Jon seen, but he kept it a mystery.
I asked John for the money, I was ready to leave.
in the last days, I saw Jon before he made his exit
we talked so little
he cared much less.
I got to know John for the warm person he was underneath.
Jon is far away, but I still feel him in my heart.
but I think Jon became John, before I got to know someone
and John taught me a valuable lesson
assholes earn your respect
and nice guys… neglect
