A flow of energy that makes a person whine
Intelligence that comes with time
Will you be my price?
I think I have forgotten this twice
But...
But...
But...
Don't stutter till you know your mice have been counted thrice
Christ,
How did I manage to become your torturing device?
I lead you away from all that brings you pain just in order to bring it back again,
To throw your worries out the door
Just to bring them back again, once more
Your flow of energy makes a person climb
To the tippy tops of the sublime
Will your words be my rhyme?
Well darling, as you said, all in due time
B-
B-
Bu-but
But nothing
Your sin is the crime of making up excuses to climb the ladder of affliction
Of course, with diction
You have no shame maiming yourself in that way
But that's okay because I'll be your remedy, who gives a crap of what they say?
What do you predict of me?
I can forsee your everlasting black sea
Of
Pleas
And trees
Will you climb for treason?
Or do you really need a solid reason?