Touche and Ta Ta

In the blink of an eye forever was decapitated. It’s head on the floor, its loveline too heavily jaded. Stumbling into the street, confused by dreams constintly evaded. Wooda coulda shoulda’s nicknamed from consistantly being complacent. Dealing with ‘this’ and your femme obession has me exasperated. She win? That can be highly debated; I gave you up. A drug habit, I got my fix, and now my high is up. Ink and lines do me so much better you and tired lies. A month and some change but any longer would have been wasted time. You couldnt wait to get played – looks like you just made it. I realeased you, didnt I? Shes already on your page; Im sure glanced across your mind. Thats fine. I gave you up. Theres little room in my life for a manic dreamer. Come back down friend and get your shit together. Ive already seen you falter…lil boy dont think I dont know you called her. You miss her. And are there any leftovers? That must be you. Your the creme de la creme of the bottom barrel busters too; desperate, needy and wanting more than whats due to you. Thats why I gave you up. Thanks for my out by the way,that part was sort of tough. This is hard and This is tough… Commence with your life and slumming with whats rough; whats weathered and tethered and used up, ya know, from way too much ‘love’. Gem my ass; more more like a diamond in the dump. Coincidence you live so close? Nope, I think not. Knowing you, your gonna come back with lines and aquareal attacks – I know you. And thats koo. But know this…I’ll always be the one who played you at your game boo