By the guppy
Date: 21 September 2000
hinges
licking at my neck, you turn and bow out with grace
click the lock
i can hear you walking to your bed
there's no disgrace
according to you there's also no arms race
but there's a pistol in your grip
and at the slightest sound of hinges slipping
pow
i won't be around to frown
i'll just mix up a highball
and another one
forget the aim of every gun
oh, wait, i forgot there are none
maybe a bullet fired from an unknown source
will weave it's way into the coroner's report
that would be the price of decency
a bold-faced lie in tabloid format
thank you for screwing up my mind
thank you for being by my side tonight
thank you so much for welcoming me home
and fuck you for leaving me alone
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