Saturday, June 26, 2010

Blood from the Mouth

Your questions make me laugh
Through the vomit of my discontent—
You've left me with
Nothing else to do

You're not the only one
With questions you'll never forget,
But you don't see me asking them,
Do you?

I don't need your vain advice
To jump on the boat that's sinking—
I've put up with more than
You could ever dream of

And I'm not sure if it's your mind
Or just your body that's thinking—
Either way,
It ought to be true love

I recall when she wore your coat
In the middle of sunny Spring—
I was sure that you two
Were only just kidding

Now show her just how much you care
And buy her a serpent ring—
I think that would be so
Much more fitting

I'm sure that you're warm tonight
In the prison of her embrace—
Can't you see that all I want is
For you to learn?

I feel tempted to warn you
About all the pain you'll embrace,
But you're not even worth
My fake concern

I wish we'd argue more often
For the affection of our friends,
But you know as well as me
I'd be the one winning

And if we keep on arguing
Until this hurricane ends,
I'll make sure that you're
The one left spinning

So if you think forgiveness
Lies ahead at my arm's length,
Her kiss must have already
Driven you insane

An' I know you think forgiveness
Means that I have strength,
But as a free man, let me tell you,
They aren't one in the same


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