Turntables(i)

The tables have turned...
we once sat face to face.

(not now...)

From where I sit, you're still in my view.

(you're blocking me)

A circle or square, our perspective differs little.

(too bad it's rectangle, too bad)

It flipped, you flipped, I flipped,
sending rains of wood, rage and profanities,
you to me, and me to you.

(was it suppose to end this way?)

You claimed you know me,
but you barely scratched the surface.

(ha... do you really know me well? do you?)

I said it once, I will say it again.
Things will never be the same again.

(and we once stood at the same table)