Thanks For Nothing

Mitch harris

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

I did trust you,

Let to lust you, to be duped

Thanks for fucking nothing!

Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will

Sensed a mystique? Turn to spent air?

Killed it dead

Thanks for fucking nothing

Scap the dephts to salvage something

Thanks for fucking nothing

Drained my all, then drop the bombshell

True, we were not joined?

Our evey feature spliced

Though you rushed in and took a lead

Three words spouted

This contagion

Crossed all divides

Caused a shift in protective focus

Three words flouted

Unnntimely end, I shouldve clicked?

A sensory cut-out

A spoiling of the harmony,

Of which we were about

I don't despise or demonise,

But I just know your form

Walk right out and move along,

And teap before you look

Thanks for fucking nothing!