Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
You waltz in and out of my life
with the grace of a buttefly, caught on fire.
My fields have been covered in black oil,
and now, just now, after all of this time,
your draining has commenced.
along with all of that blackness,
some of which I held on to,
along goes every image I have of you,
every word, every feeling you ever had melting into the sludge.
and now, again, you try and set the butterfly on fire.
with your wicked words and your evil stare.
Turn around, you fucking little bitch,
and never look back at the time,
where you came close to destroying me.
Here's to years of me living well
to spite the time you had me
under your thumb.
with the grace of a buttefly, caught on fire.
My fields have been covered in black oil,
and now, just now, after all of this time,
your draining has commenced.
along with all of that blackness,
some of which I held on to,
along goes every image I have of you,
every word, every feeling you ever had melting into the sludge.
and now, again, you try and set the butterfly on fire.
with your wicked words and your evil stare.
Turn around, you fucking little bitch,
and never look back at the time,
where you came close to destroying me.
Here's to years of me living well
to spite the time you had me
under your thumb.
