"You're a battle-hymn and I'm a bad love song." |
You scream and say the f-word With style And poise Turn around in empty sound To bend another will and while I wait, you burn and agitate Yourself with everything that I did wrong You're a battle-hymn and I'm a bad love song You hit me in the face with dread Dragged me out of bed Poured indecent thoughts into my head Made my soul a broken home And my heart a 90-on-the-highway cop-car chase Coated common interest with a scarab carapace You say your love is real It's not And cold is hot I melted down your icy realm Because I'm such a bitch We were fine And you were whole With your half-hearted care But now I'm just a spirit and my Corpse is in a ditch Black lined palms and broken wrists Cut-up candles Kisses in a line String it on the threads of time but don't look for my body You won't find me there You say your love is real It's not And cold is hot Here I sit, a sullen soul Risen from the grave Body gone, but godly whole as you Cast dice on my coffin and call me Closed-minded Call me a liar, a travesty Smirk as you read my epitaph and say It's good I never got my way But in your smile, a hole Belies your laugh Say what you want, behind my Back as you do But never call me heartless If you know little more, you know That isn't true You say your love is real It's not And cold is hot In lieu of all that's happened and in Spite of what you think I'm nothing like The horrid tale you yell Suck pity from the details and cast A crying spell but don't expect it to be true forever If you can't commit To one you 'love' Then you'll be wed to never and whether you Know it or not Cold is hot |