We all have our glass houses and stones. |
what a nice day for a surprise you paddle me for my importancy dreaming of me like a pleasantry wake up to find me in the back room drinking my last ounce of booze you chide me for indecencies while stroking me consistently where does the person who loves me hide deep in the day when you've hit your stride gnawing at bits to infuriate me as I pass on attempts to insinuate anything to put you off in space again and leading to thoughtless mistakes again dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong ding you punish me like leprosy as you fathom me like a conspircy everything you break becomes new it seems like everything else you take you think of it as your inheritance deserving like a warm embrace without holding your arms out to fill the arms of the one who's heart you kill dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong dingdong ding what a nice day for a surprise your happiness is a smoking gun that likes the pain in everyone when will you see that there's so much more to me than what earns your care tiring me like cellophane wrapping around my cramping brain stabbing my love for life out of my chasm with your dark blunt knife when you think you love someone you don't destroy what is left for you to enjoy what a nice day for a surprise what a nice day for a surprise |