My nose never approved of the likes of you,
I felt a riot in my brain,
My conscience split into two.
I thought I’d rather not put up with you,
But Delusion, his eyes,
So filled with delight;
I was despicably daring to fall for you,
Said “He’s got your tail now, Love!”
Couldn’t deny what was true.
Should’ve probably left what was left of you,
But the dirt held me back,
Said to get my hands off the cracks.
No doubt it was then did I see,
How the smoke had aligned with you.
The world seemed to have its’ skin off tonight
And she was indulging her sultry appetite.
But when she looked into his eyes,
He had them sightseeing the sky,
Averting the questions just right.
Death had such a spring in its step,
When it boarded the 105.
And now your hands
Are rubbing your thighs,
You’re sitting in retrospect.
Where does he hide?
He wants to hide.
The crowded hour
Brings a threatening rhyme.
And throughout the night,
He can only think
About how she’d dimmed those lights.
Play the strings of what’s left of a heart,
And pour me a pint of pity.
She was the darling star that danced in his eyes,
A rapture of innocence too divine.
For such a flower, I’d give her the world,
So one day he gave her his eyes.
But what he felt was a trembling hand,
No trace of a smile, no crease at the eyes.
“The horror, the terror, the monstrosity of it all!” she cried,
“Take them back, my love. I’d rather be blind.”
You’ll find the gold,
Then throw it over your shoulder,
and dig some more.