Wasted Tongue, Good luck

Do you dare to kiss me

Beneath the roof of

My own temple?

You don't have that luck anymore

My crown was lopped like

Bunny ears,

But now it sits straighter

You said you dropped the baggage of

Lies and forgotten mishaps,

But you still carry the bull waste

And heartbreak you gave yourself

Good luck in Colorado,

And don't waste another girl's breath,

Get your own taste of oxygen

For once,

For once

Stop telling me I'm your everything,

You don't mean it

You try too hard to shove excuses down my throat,

Like you shoved yourself down my esophagus ,

And now you panic

From the phone ringing your name

Calling you out on your wasted tongue

Take the order I whistle from my healing

Windpipe,

"Go Away,"

Like the 11th commandment from God,

Because so help yourself that He

Has to deal with your wasted tongue

And rotten mind

Good luck in Colorado,

Rinse out your mouth,

And let me rest my eyes

He's Pathetic, not a "good guy."