Prince of Dearth (Walters)
Don't spin me forty-fives of hurt
from sixty seven miles away
we're not exactly kids in college
and you're not exactly unashamed
but you owed me something more than pain
when you reattached that ball and chain
I hope you got to read my letter
I know you're scared to hear my voice
we were raised to love each other
but then you made an awful choice
I hope you hear this vicious hoist
and I hope it makes your forehead moist
While we're stabbing at wind
while we used to be friends
I don't care about what you think you heard
I'll slash your fucking doubletalk to the curb
cuz you can't say to me
to my face that you bleed
any less than anyone else from these burns
you know we all deserved much better from the prince of dearth
I still can't breathe the air unfettered
without the stain of blistered years
and all the trees we climbed together
were spun in webs of tangled tears
our blood is stained with interfere
cuz you mortgaged fifteen fucking years
I know it's way to late to talk
and we'll soon be on our separate paths
but you betrayed the chalk to write
magic marker on our blackboard past
although I'm bitter now from spells we've cast
I can still think of the many times we laughed
While we're stabbing at wind
while we used to be friends
I don't care about what you think you heard
I'll slash your fucking doubletalk to the curb
cuz you can't say to me
to my face that you bleed
any less than anyone else from these burns
you know we all deserved much better from the prince of dearth
Copyright 2001 Matt Walters
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