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I'd Sooner be an Asshole
Let us not bicker
About magic lost
Saying the days of chivalry are gone.
Glorified lies
Placed on a door handle
To open.
Or in a meaningless bouquet
Of roses
Dead before they bloomed --
Relationships
Beautifully doomed.
No, baby.
I'd sooner be an asshole crude
Before I trade in what we have.
The limitlessness of our truth.-
The infinity in our voices
When we spew
Our love, our worries
Our choices, our patience, our hurries.
And like snow flurries
Fallen upon an outstretched tongue,
We will offer each other a taste
Of pearl and purity
Within the obscurity
Of nightfall...
Teach this world a thing or three
About how love-sick dreams
Belong to be
Part of
Duos of honest reality.
Open ears and souls
And take the pain
By all ignored
To craft a monument
To how we came
So far... so bold...
Pray the world accepts what we've foretold.
And if not�
Then so their story goes
Wherever hollow winds blow...
So for whoever wishes to,
Go reach for days of past
When men would
Fake you out elegantly
Just for some ass.
And you can fall into the magic
Of intentional disregard
For just how tragic
It all really is...
