Just a sliver is what you want
But that sliver grows in a gash
Conniving Casanovas feed at my earned joy
And leave me with their scraps.
This isn't a ground breaking revelation
And it's not a completely new scene
It's a played out fucking scenario
That gets old and loses meaning
She dances in the northwest,
She twirls in lunar speakeasies
In love with the lust of life,
She can't quit for the life of me
I'm as pointless as a tantrum
In a dull and empty room
Ravenous with the windows,
I'm jealous of their view.
From that window comes some moonlight
That demands attention in the dark
Obsessed with being drowned
Shouting at your left behind mark:
Now let me in.
Let me in.
I've been banging at your doorstep
Let me in.
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