This song was supposed to be completely different
A jazzy voice, sweet
Something new
To capture listeners’ attention
Wednesday; bad news
Sunk me deep into depression
Couldn’t raise my head from bed
My thoughts from passive to aggressive
Your line of deceit was deep
I was like damn that is impressive
I’ve been through this before
You’d think I might have learned my lesson
But no
How to remove any sign of your existence
Twenty years to build me up
A week of ripping out my insides
What is left to say?
Justified because the distance?
Middle finger says it all
Maybe two better represents it
Retaliate the same
You’re lucky I’m sitting on the fences
They say payback is a bitch
You must be the best of acquaintances
Princess
Respect for you only spoken in past tenses
Dirty sheets speak
She repeats but never rinses
Questions on what this is
KM’s poison in my chest
Paying no consequences
This is what that she does best

Devil put your pitch fork down
I’m in the shit storm now
Feels I took a fist right brow
No need for this right now
I’ve felt this all before
But I swore that you were different
Must have found a better fit
Or maybe you just lost your interest
Devil put your pitch fork down
I’m in the shit storm now

She said that time was never on our side
But I was always on her mind
Our minute came
The day the romance up and died
Dazed and contemplating why
She had resorted to indifference
Not a word of explanation
Wish that I could lose her digits
All the many fishes
Hook the possible replacements
Tried on that solution too
Rebounds a let down; face it
Patience
Time negates the voids escaping gapes
Inside my chase for purpose
Placed inside the gates of hell to wait; which
Is at the basis of my reason hating games
They play to keep maintaining claims
To stay the captain of this slave ship
Cloak and dagger
Ball and chain
Relationships all end the same
Taking blame for everything
Our visions painted finer days
I guess this is the price we pay
For trusting everything they say
Love is but a way to take
Little more than what we gave away
A bullet dodged; pulled out the stake
Emotions are adjusting
No cowboy sporting wider legs
Your habits are disgusting

Devil put your pitch fork down
I’m in the shit storm now
Twist the blade you stick, might drown
No need for this right now
We were building something real
You said you felt a true connection
If you’ve joined the human race
Then I conclude you are the worst one
Devil put your pitch fork down
I’m in the shit storm now

I am the 8-0-wonder
Took a moment to recover
Franque, friends from Salt Lake
From DC to down under
Support
Without you I’d be swimming in this pool alone
Splashing helpless; holding breath
Antisocial; missing home
Much more to live for than some girl
Always easier its said than done
Advice you give is credible
Do I ever listen? No.
That’s the way the story goes
A new day comes up with the sun
Next chapter opened, this one closed
It’s on to the next one