The dents in my mind were shaped in your likeness
But still I can't find a shape to justify this harshness
Is this really you or am I seeing darkness?
It can't be true perhaps I need glasses
In disdain and drama we'll prosper and plaster
The little plastic house was our plan
But in warmth and happy ever after
Is our disaster because you can't love me for who I am
A titanic of sorts the ice and the course
Are set out in your head
But the ice is hard to break
And I'm afraid you are fake
Pleasing me with all that you said
You're the captain of my ship is this really it
Casting down the anchor
Grinding to a halt
your sugar turned to salt
And you treat me like a fucking wanker.
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