It’s me
You want it
It’s me
You still want it.
Can’t believe
You caught it
Like some type of
Centuries later
Whore complaining
About his leaning
And then learning
That you and I
Are subsidizing
Fading
Considering it
Trading
For something worth it.
It’s me
From sun down
To come on
Let’s not burn it
Like Icarus
But you can’t bear us
Or care for us
Like you used to
And now we’re dead
Just me and me alone
Being the center of attention
So they can throw tomatoes at
Why is she?
What does she have?
Why is she?
What does she have?
She’s not even pretty?
Not like me
That’s what they say
And now i’ve got nothing left to pray.
So you prey.
But I kill it.
