P.s. you just played yourself


I don’t know…

Singing but still,
Losing my voice,
Sunshiny sore throats

Living
on
the
edge
of
Tip
toed
tops
&
Mountain
views,
&
FUCK YOU!!!

Let me be me
Just let me be me

Husk the marrow,
Deep from my bones,
Boil me crisp,
Paint your crown

That’s what
you liked… right?
You’re a rapist,
A predatory fascist…

You’d control me now,
but,
It is I who takes the final bow

Your blood,
Blends consummately
With the curtains
That close
On this stage

I’m age-less

You’re better off
sucking on some radon…
Yeah?
You were tryin play me son?

Take yourself a 50
I’m cool with the ones
You already know
I’m not done…

Shiiiiiiiiiat…
I needed LOVE

You wanted a new drug?

You shoulda
Given me everything
You were sick of,
Let me be
that boxing glove

I was going to take every hit
To protect your face,
While
Still appearing classy
In some beautiful lace…

Now I could wait
For years…

Memories…

Can’t compete with
Your future

And if you’re not scared yet
You never knew her

Brrrrrr…

 

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