Should’ve listened to those didactic tales,
those voluptuous sores, like vines in the heart,
those tantrums and those fits of ‘can’t get enough’,
should’ve played a lil nicer,
should’ve loved a lil harder,
this truth was never pragmatic, baby,
never concentrated, fixated, never stifled, appreciated,
never what you wanted to feel,
but, babe, it was always real
in your eyes and mine,
‘guess you never thought this time
I would actually walk away,
diluted, squeezed out, filtered to a drip,
your hackneyed fibs
burn me more,
dissected into tears,
you planted all of these fears
in my conditioning
with your temperamental code,
hypocrite –hypocrite –hypocrite,
corruption in this affair,
still ain’t playing fair,
but why am I surprised?
tripped into a hole of utter depravity,
shaking in those wet boots of bull-fucking-shit,
I’m so ****** off with this I could spit!
Or, I could quit you entirely –
comradery broken,
revoking that affection in me
that has been stuck on you,
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Should’ve listened to those didactic tales,
those voluptuous sores, like vines in the heart,
those tantrums and those fits of ‘can’t get enough’,
should’ve played a lil nicer,
should’ve loved a lil harder,
this truth was never pragmatic, baby,
never concentrated, fixated, never stifled, appreciated,
never what you wanted to feel,
but, babe, it was always real
in your eyes and mine,
‘guess you never thought this time
I would actually walk away,
diluted, squeezed out, filtered to a drip,
your hackneyed fibs
burn me more,
dissected into tears,
you planted all of these fears
in my conditioning
with your temperamental code,
hypocrite –hypocrite –hypocrite,
corruption in this affair,
still ain’t playing fair,
but why am I surprised?
tripped into a hole of utter depravity,
shaking in those wet boots of bull-fucking-shit,
I’m so ****** off with this I could spit!
Or, I could quit you entirely –
comradery broken,
revoking that affection in me
that has been stuck on you,
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