I'm just bewildered when I know I should be counting blessings.
But I give up as soon as I start, I get stuck at "you and me".
If you think you're all I want, you're not.
Oh my, my you come through like you work those rooms.
You hit like a December heat-wave in mid-July.
I have too much in common with captains of sunk ships,
and my tongue has always been quicker than my left hooks.
Keep me so shameful like drawers full of bad pills.
Odds are your eyes are fixed like a racehorse on me.
Disenchanted and dead like this verse,
we're moving in slow blurs elegantly postured.
In my head's an opera hearts applaud without pause.
I'm not out of moments just catalysts.
The show must go on.