YOU’RE NOT MY PROJECT. IT’S NOT MY JOB.
I tiptoed inside your eyes and found
a simpler tune, a softer sound
a curve in your straight-backed regime
to hate the world, to dim your gleam
YOU’RE NOT MY PROJECT. IT’S NOT MY JOB.
I pickaxed deftly your hushed façade,
to break your cool, your soul to ****,
I was rewarded, you melted thick
I bit your nails down to the quick
YOU’RE NOT MY PROJECT. IT’S NOT MY JOB.
I chanted slyly my Godspeed rhyme,
(behind the veil of passing time)
your soul rose like a fish to fly
your mind ignored and passed it by
YOU’RE NOT MY PROJECT. IT’S NOT MY JOB.
I’ve pricked your thoughts sharp, now I’ll wait
(I can’t force you to take the bait)
your life will dance if you but heed
but I will melt if you’ve no need.