Ushered into the backroom
With bedroom eyes made of your mistakes
Missed and taken the wrong way.
I’m thinking about proof and evidence
I want to forego all the days you hated
And come over your way
Oh fool of mine
Come over and twist this arm
And tie my hands
with yr heart fashioned from this ball of twine.
I am embarrassed about the amount
Of stair cases I have climbed to avoid you
I’m going to fill my stomach with alcohol and aspirin
Make all this pain go ways away
For just a day
I’d like to smile all day long while hurting like you have.
Since you shined all your flashlights down your back alley memory
I have found you crying like a baby with my pillow strangled by yr silly pale arms.
