counterbalance

I’m not sure if this counts as fair game
But I truly believe in honesty
And your actions are anything but
your beliefs are anything but believable

So what’s the harm in carving out my own sense of self-worth
When you’ve had free reign on my parade
As if you are the dashing weatherman
Allowed to storm this living room and charge us all with slander
Like lightning flashes that we had nothing to do with

I assumed greed would have found itself past these gates by now
But never did I suspect that it could accomplish it so soon
Especially when we’re supposed to be the counterbalance
Stopping it dead on the porch.