do flowers bloom for us to ****** or do we ****** flowers because they bloom
is it logical to ask this way
I sense this is the day
to stroke your hair or to kiss your hand
to trust you or to be shrewd
recurring flashbacks to all the times you spoke of valour
and how I loved you as you spoke
do you fancy me or do you pity me
romance won’t last long on sympathy
you know that resolve you’re clinging on to, looks an awful lot like dread
this morning you’re struggling between affection and integrity
did you put her on happy drugs or will you send her to therapy
you can’t be the fugitive and the police
do I need a brother OR DO I WANT A LOVER
PURE ******* OR DADDY ISSUES
to fight for you OR TO FIGHT YOU
ARE YOU SAFE FOR ME OR ARE YOU NOT
TELL ME
DID YOU LEAVE BECAUSE I CHANGED or were you drawn to justice and fair play
SHOULD WE GO ALL OUT or should we draw the line
DID YOU TURN ME IN or am I thinking too much
SENSED FEAR IN YOUR VOICE OR WAS IT IN MINE
HEARD YOU SCREAMING OR WAS IT ME
CAN I STILL SEEK REDEMPTION IF I FIRE THIS SHOT
CRIGGER FINGER
I KNOW I PULLED THE TRIGGER ON YOU
BECAUSE I HEARD YOUR SKULL BREAK
I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE CONTROLLED THE TREMBLING OF MY HAND IT WAS IN SELF-DEFENSE I PROMISE
I SWEAR THAT BULLET WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU— AND THE MIRRORS, I DON’T RECALL THEM CRACKING
I ONCE WAS FOUND BUT NOW AM LOST
COULD SEE BUT NOW AM BLIND
I USED TO SIT AT THE RIGHT HAND OF PEACE
SO CALM AT THE FEET OF LADY LUCK
UNWAVERING IN THE FACE OF MORTAL DANGER
AND UNFALTERING EYE-TO-EYE WITH FEAR
I SAY, FOR SWEET BLOOD THE WORLD CRIED
AND EVERYBODY LOVED YOU AS YOU DIED
after the burial did I stay for crimes I had to pay
or did I steal myself away