Been writing all these words about you in my head,
But they feel lackluster and uniform,
so I imagine I'll complain about them instead.
Been counting adjectives to see which works,
and at the end of a very long list,
one word fits best.
I'd tell you what word,
(But knowing you,
And oh, I do)
I'm worried you'd decide you need to put it to a test.
The last thing we need,
another angry man screaming that the world is a machine.
Controlled chaos at best,
you've got your enemies names written on your chest.
I know what word is going to be correct,
but I was wrong from the start.
You're not an adjective,
you're a noun,
And I'm here to witness the break down.
Wouldn't call you weak or scared,
but watching you wondering,
is a memory I'll never forget.