I suppose the records on your wall
Clash with my destructive habits
And the lopsided smile on your face
Disagrees with my nervous antics.
The red hot burning in your head
Repels my clenched fists
And your frequent shift of thought
Catalyzes my weak-willed fits.
Though I know we could agree
That you only regret the poison
Once it's burning your throat.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
I suppose the records on your wall
Clash with my destructive habits
And the lopsided smile on your face
Disagrees with my nervous antics.
The red hot burning in your head
Repels my clenched fists
And your frequent shift of thought
Catalyzes my weak-willed fits.
Though I know we could agree
That you only regret the poison
Once it's burning your throat.
