I’m just bewildered when I know I should be counting blessings I give up as soon as I start I get stuck at “you & me”
If you think you’re all I want you’re not
Oh my my you ‘come through’ like you work those rooms You hit like a December heatwave in Mid July
I have too much in common with captains of sunk ships and my tongue has always been quicker than my left hooks
If you think you’re all I want you’re not
Oh my my you ‘come through’ like you work those rooms You hit like a December heatwave in Mid July
Keep me so shameful like drawers full of bad pills Odds are your eyes are fixed like a racehorse on me Oh disenchanted and dead like this verse We’re moving in slow blurs Elegantly postured In my head’s an opera hearts applaud without pause I’m not out of moments just catalysts & the show must go on
