Forgive me father
For I’m about be a martyr
Fortunate of a chance to call her
Tell her what’s on my mind in a softer manner
In the dead of autumn
between summer and the heart of hers
Couldn’t say it any better in a harder verse
Didn’t have to swear, cuss, nor curse for it to impact the worst
Full of hurt, oh so full of it.
Couldn’t say she’s better than this
Because truth is, she’s like Luschek from Netflix,
in a position of power but deals for crack heads.
Taking advantage of weakness and exploiting it,
She’s actually dangerous, as crazy as they get
I’d never love again if she is my predestined
I guess we all could use that lesson

She was charged with arson when I was at home working
Burning my walls down while I was trying to support them
Laughing while I struggle, she’s looking at my footing
Kicks my Achilles heel to make me kneel while I’m heaving
Didn’t envision proposing in this position
in a dead end heading for a collision.
Should I be reversing? I tell myself
waiting for the beings on my shoulder
give me advice hell and heaven
devil first and angel next in that presence and order
I’m trying to think of good things about you but nothing comes to mind
Were you even mine during our time?

If I die young, will you bury me that night?
Was it your fault, or mine, for hanging on too tight?
If the time comes, I’d prefer you bury me alive
Because then at least
my lack of breath when I used to see you
happens when I die