Mood: Cool.
Song: Messes of Men - Mewithoutyou
The tarnish on my brass, the mildew on my glass-
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me.
But a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure,
And I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still tastes its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
Is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel.
To an anchor ever dropped, sea-sick yet still docked,
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel.
The memory is as useless as a rod without a reel.
It's time.
To let go.
Watch you leave,
Feel sweet release.
I can do this,
I know it
I don't need nor want you around anymore.
This pain you've brought,
I had never sought,
But yet it was thrown my way,
And to this day, it'll never be okay.
I think of you fouly,
As foul as I can to say the very least,
Though I'm not truly foul enough to overwhelm you.
You love and hate me,
Is that what made you date me?
In the very least,
I'd like you to just hate.
Forget loving me, wanting me, needing me,
Can't you see this is the most unhealthy thing we can do?
Being together, holding one another close,
Breathing in the poisons sure enough to kill whoever cannot withstand the other's toxins longer.
And with the lick of your lips,
I know you'll succeed.
And your hate, it's so great,
that I'll die in the cold, not with a scenary worth mentioning,
But alone, in the cold, and you'll stare at my body.
You'll watch me, try to predict what I appear to be decayed,
and I'll just lay there, motionless.
My spirit above questioning what it is you want of me,
And you won't answer even my final requests of an 'I love you'
Your hate is too great.
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