coldwives&mistresses
my thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate [salliiivate twwiiiitch]
you should put me in a home or you should put me down,
I've slpt with who I likd,
that wsn''t my iintenntionn...
The light color in the room,
the sunshine seeping in
doesn't mix with the black of
death's angel looming in.
I've had enough of the brutal beatings
and name callings to lose me to this bed.
Bruised internally, eternally.
Your praise little gifts you spent your money
and stuffed me with didn't amount to anything.
The attention I need is much more serious,
a kind of weight you couldn't lift
even if your cheap career depended on it
I need someone much more
mysterious
to be my miss
to be my mistress
There is nothing more dull, than talking talkin about yourself.
What I meant to say,
I'm sorry that I lost control.
Distracted and irrelevant.
The stress and the tension.
Coming through the keyhole when. I'm in lull.
On second thought, don't include me.