I wanted to taint the pop song
Put a little black in it

So I wrote a song about you
The darkest thing I knew

But the Lyrics
Sounded Preachy
The Guitar
Sounded wrong

Is it just me
Or do you not belong

In my records

In my veins

My sheets
My blood

Because if I write about you
It's just a song about love

But What I wanted
Was a song
About
You

But If Ican't
Write a simple sonnet

In Your honor

Why should I have to
But up with your
Dishonor

In my rooms?

So as of now
I'm kicking you
Out

And writing
a song
about
That