I left it all up to chance,
because you never came
with a recommended serving size.
a sunset hanging from a string
and a handful of bad intentions.
love, death, adventure and a little
something in between — the
Calm before a storm. yet your brooding eyes
are filled with lost dreams and broken hopes
Because you make me feel like dirt
and i had a debt to collect.
a guy like you should wear a warning;
an infamous king of thieves with the jar of hearts,
a tirade come to an end.