God Save The Lyricist

God save the lyricist
How he misses his sweet catalyst
He's said too often God does not exist.
So we ask, God save the lyricist.
So many days he'd spent creating disarray
Failed to understand the laws they obey
Standing alone in the alleyways of night
He never ever felt alone until her insight

And at the top of his lungs he would scream:
"I was somebody once!
I was respected, I was dangerous!
I was bloodied and bruised once!
I was feared and fastidious!
I was all the things she couldn't trust!"

The Lyricist once met an innocent girl
She told him of a new Abrahamic zest
So, he laughed and set forth to destroy her world
The boy took her to the deepest and darkest
Most hideous and foul places he could stay
The "stench of civilization" he'd attest

And at the top of his lungs he would scream:
"I was somebody once!
I was respected, I was dangerous!
I was bloodied and bruised once!
I was feared and fastidious!
I was all the things she couldn't trust!"

The Lyricist couldn't comprehend the fool
What made her follow was inconceivable
but the girl was led into the darkness
Home only to brigands and anarchists
Here he was a king among the muggers and highwaymen
He fed her rice and potatos in a home long since broken
Ridden with giant rats and unsanitary conditions
Somehow, this girl was so very smitten.

And at the top of his lungs he would scream:
"I was somebody once!
I was respected, I was dangerous!
I was bloodied and bruised once!
I was feared and fastidious!
I was all the things she couldn't trust!"

And when he threw bricks through the starbucks window,
He saw her pick a stone instead of run
and that is when he knew he may be in love.