Of Course

You're a pathetic means
of inspiration
and I'm tired of fucking
repeating myself.
No one's as dull as
you, darling.
So quit wasting my time.

Your the movie
with the tell tale ending,
your the book
I never finish.
Why don't we just
bail out now?
(we know what's gonna happen)
Why set ourselves up
to fail?

You're always the cause
and I'm the one you look to
so you can see
your bad effect.
Are the wrinkles crawling
from my eyes
or the tears sprouting
like rotten daisies
the give away?

You always had control,
your words in my bones,
your forceful means
winding around my lungs
like vines.
I shouldn't be surprised
with your hands at my throat,
over my mouth.
My eyes beg yours
for your intention.
Is this what you call a negotiation?

You're always trying to
belong to me
but your ownerships not free.
You always say things you don't mean,
like those 3 little words
spilling out of your mouth
like spoiled milk.
Trying to make things better
but just making it worse.
If it were easy, I wouldn't love you,
of course.