My arrogance takes many forms.
The smirk sliding across my face.
The unabashed eye contact across the table.
I've got weapons and no end in sight.
Peeling away your skin and reaping the fruits of my labor.
I'm always proud to know when I'm right,
except for the times when I wish I was wrong.
I don't even have to open my eyes to know when you're lying.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 7:36 PM UTC
My arrogance takes many forms.
The smirk sliding across my face.
The unabashed eye contact across the table.
I've got weapons and no end in sight.
Peeling away your skin and reaping the fruits of my labor.
I'm always proud to know when I'm right,
except for the times when I wish I was wrong.
I don't even have to open my eyes to know when you're lying.
