you baked me a cake filled with razor blades, for heaven's sake why?
my shame melts away with your breath and each delicate sigh
self imposed, sabotage, i'm laying a groundwork of ill-conceived misdeeds
soon i'll drop the hints and you'll see,
i don't trust you, and you shouldn't trust me.
is not what once was.
Track Name: what u say
exchanging aimlessness for action, or ire
cradled in sameliness, regression inspired
dressed up in saintly self-loathing, angling for praise
tell me your name again, tell me your age;
watch what you say.
hands where they shouldn't be, eyes retrograde
with two times the urgency, half the dismay
left with your sulking, unnerving, backhanded advice
"go call your doctor up, or run for your life;
try and decide."
and i won't fight your advances
but i won't lie - i won't try.