So you merge, and you mend
You hurt, bite and bend
Then you defend and pretend
You always meant to blend
But I don’t want to end
On bad feet, as bad friends
So let’s spend the next few hours
Finding trend in our moods
Crude, lewd and rude over dogends
It’s Christmas, for fuck’s sake
Jesus wouldn’t answer prayers
For bellends
But that don’t mean we can keep
Sinning, slinging minging fodder
Back and forth, who’s winning?
Pinning pigsty points
And grinning though annoyed
I’m wishing for thinning appeal
Binning the real
And spinning heels the second
I start to feel sweat pricking
Dipping into your soft flesh
Picking to red mess
Too green to undress, just yet
Only met to place bets on destruction
Have no function to make up or get
Your point, crunching boots on snow
No, don’t go
Not worth the wind’s blow
I promise I’ll get to know
Swear I’ll behave and grow
New year soon, I’ll show
You new ways to behave
New ways to overthrow
Let’s merge, and mend
Let’s not hurt, bite or bend
Only defend, not pretend
Blend spirits and end
This crazy orbit round the sun
As dear friends.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 