& the Capuchin dances on a grand piano
Lit by a candle
I'm gonna catch that ****** someday
But he is good at hiding and bringing me
Baskets of dead flies
With a smirk that says he knows
Exactly how sick he is
Unbathed and starved.
Sheathed in stolen jewelry
the Capuchin
Mocks Salvador Dali hung up beside us
I attempt to strangle him but he knows better and wraps a necklace around my throat
& tightens in a boiling silence
Meanwhile the kettle is unattended
And hot and I can't breath!
I suppose I deserved this with how much I hated and dreamt of escaping this monkey..
But sometimes karma simply comes back around and
Shows you who the real fool is
The piano is terrified of losing me
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
& the Capuchin dances on a grand piano
Lit by a candle
I'm gonna catch that ****** someday
But he is good at hiding and bringing me
Baskets of dead flies
With a smirk that says he knows
Exactly how sick he is
Unbathed and starved.
Sheathed in stolen jewelry
the Capuchin
Mocks Salvador Dali hung up beside us
I attempt to strangle him but he knows better and wraps a necklace around my throat
& tightens in a boiling silence
Meanwhile the kettle is unattended
And hot and I can't breath!
I suppose I deserved this with how much I hated and dreamt of escaping this monkey..
But sometimes karma simply comes back around and
Shows you who the real fool is
The piano is terrified of losing me
