Was I the object of your morbid curiosity
A reality show you couldn’t stop watching
Because your life fit together neatly
While mine was in pieces?
Was it always just about the job for you
Clinging to it like you had something to prove
Being a hero and helping the lost ones
Did you like that I needed you?
Was I a number who happened to have a name
A player who thought she knew the game
While you were the coach or the quarterback
Or somehow both at the same time?
Sometimes we’d miscommunicate the play
You’d pass the ball and l’d miss it
Sometimes I’d pass it back on fire and say,
“Now I’ll throw it and you catch.”
And you’d say, “What the hell was that?
This isn’t how the game is played.”
How often did I exasperate you except
Didn’t you love me when I made my catches?
And the crowd was always watching
We heard their cheering and booing
We were so good at tuning them out
Do you think they miss us now?
They never knew what we might do
Two passionate players, stars on the same team
A season of caring and unnecessary roughness
Those were the glory days of me and you.