Jumped the gun again
Ain’t ya babe?
Let the rage dictate
And slated things
That have now made
The others hate
Like you do on those days
When the pages
Are stuck like wet Rizla
But I’m scared of your next move
I don’t want you to prove
Me right
I want to lose
I want to be laughed at
And called a liar
But the damper my papers
Get
The closer you come
With your fire
I’m yet the victim
Of your viscousness
But I’m witness
Accomplice
Mouthpiece and fiddle
Left watching you swing
Polar to polar
While I’m feckless
In the middle
Although I muddled up my speech
I never saw it coming that you would
Take all my teachings
And blow them out the windows
At full speed
But I spose
You twisted every word I spoke
What’s that old saying?
Nought as queer as folk
And you’re odder
Than even
The strangest I’ve entangled
Star studded
And spangled
But strangled
By the acrylic nailed
Claws that mangle
You
I no longer know
How to handle you
But I do know for definite
It’s not
So I don’t know why I’m
Even bothering
To hope
But it’s better to get
The scope
Than be dismissed
Without a clue
There’s still
A part of me
That hopes it’s not
True
So I’m nursing
Bullet wounds
And an impulsive
Trigger finger
All the moves have been made
The Skins weren’t save
But still our smoke
Lingers.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 