That execution was too precise
Some may even think premeditated.
The colours of love I painted on her
were all but peeled and whethered
like it had never been there before
like it was fabricated.
Lead me astray…. ignorant mind
she shot me in ‘87
Show me the way … ignorant mind
she shot the flick in my death bed.
I miss the idea of us
but not her… she changed.
The love we made was filled of love
I’d like to think so.
There I go thinking again.
You were the catalyst to my happiness
In that sense I used you
I filled a whole you burrowed yourself
In that sense you had a motive.
She shot me in 87
In that sense you had my heart
She prayed next to my death bed.
I need no one after you.
I tell myself that every time you smile at him.
The way you smiled at me.
The piece you thought fit was ajar in your heart jigsaw
your one of many holes
I died in ‘87
I lived in my death bed.
now I know I never truly knew you
You probably write about me too?
that statement is as rhetorical and more likely as you
are to find this read.
I’m so selfish
I LOVE YOU.
you will return…
in my mind your still mine…
lead me astray ignorant mind
She shot me in ‘87
show me the way ignorant mind
She shot the flick in my death bed
show me my fate ignorant mind
I WAS BORN IN ‘92