When I think back to the times
to close for comfort in homemade
camouflage that hides my sign that
reads;
“This man is not okay!”
I wonder if she nods her head in
agreement and agrees that yes;
“This man is not okay!”,
and yes this man cried
and yes this man wanted to die
and yes this man questioned
if living without you was to die.
We were both adamant for a ride
or die but our whirlwind was a ride
and cry,
Sin city wanted us both for cruel strict
living and forgetting how to love talking
about the apocalypse and then realising
it was our love.
Oh my love,
The best of my hearts friends,
***** dancing queen would you ever
come home to dance with me?
Smiling dancing girl with her
heart melting defiant grin running
with the rhythm but I don’t trust
dancers,
I don’t know how to dance and I
don’t dance with what I don’t know
so substance misuse makes me feel
the move but no one’s here to move
with because you tempted fate until
you discovered oblivion.