Home Game Week 37- Broke the Mode
You say I’m a drunk
I can’t argue that
Not when my breath peels
Your public façade
I crawl smiling over the broken glass
Because I know this too shall pass
And I won’t care about your carefully tousled hair
Or your marble-peach ass
You slapped my face with earnest, willful pride
Then put your calves on my shoulders that I might go deeper inside
You put on your war-paint, barbed up your wires and built up your wall
Said it was self-defense when you fucked him, while I drank in the hall
And in case my measured response wasn’t perfectly clear
He should have shaken my hand when I offered him beer
After all that hand once was good enough for you
I don’t see why in the hell he wouldn’t enjoy it too
Are you finding yourself my bright would-be wife
While the meds keep you balanced on the edge of a knife
Days are long, nights are rough
Did you think I’d just give up
A drink is just something to put in your cup
It doesn’t satisfy, you don’t satisfy, you never satisfied
I throw out charity to embrace an irony rich
He cheated with you, he cheats on you, it seems life’s a bitch
Makes me no mind then, stay away from me
Like cold won-ton soup congealing
Free with lunch combo “B”
I can’t argue that
Not when my breath peels
Your public façade
I crawl smiling over the broken glass
Because I know this too shall pass
And I won’t care about your carefully tousled hair
Or your marble-peach ass
You slapped my face with earnest, willful pride
Then put your calves on my shoulders that I might go deeper inside
You put on your war-paint, barbed up your wires and built up your wall
Said it was self-defense when you fucked him, while I drank in the hall
And in case my measured response wasn’t perfectly clear
He should have shaken my hand when I offered him beer
After all that hand once was good enough for you
I don’t see why in the hell he wouldn’t enjoy it too
Are you finding yourself my bright would-be wife
While the meds keep you balanced on the edge of a knife
Days are long, nights are rough
Did you think I’d just give up
A drink is just something to put in your cup
It doesn’t satisfy, you don’t satisfy, you never satisfied
I throw out charity to embrace an irony rich
He cheated with you, he cheats on you, it seems life’s a bitch
Makes me no mind then, stay away from me
Like cold won-ton soup congealing
Free with lunch combo “B”