The Eight Zillion Pound Gorilla in the Room

It’s better to wait here, with you, friend
than take my chances with those in deep
I’ll rest in this small place, with you, now
than be cut off, in an end, so bleak

They’re just dysfunctional, there
but you are the Husband
In the jungle, they are small parts that think they’re large
It’s starting to bug me

The whole pie, this Thanksgiving
the whole turkey, with the whole family
not part of it, anymore
you’re not incidental

I’d rather have “boring” for a while
than be rejected, with enemies
I’d rather be waiting in the hall
for the “forever” with friends I seek

It’s just division, with them
but you are the One thing
They’ll be nothing but a discarded pot, but then
I’m getting real hungry

The whole pie, this Thanksgiving
the whole turkey, with the whole family
not part of it, anymore
you’re not incidental

It’s hard to get along
since there’s this problem:
you rarely give us what we want
But there’s a bit of integrity
that we have in this seat

The whole pie, this Thanksgiving
the whole turkey, with the whole family
not part of it, anymore
you’re not incidental