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A Crime That Isn't Even Mine
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May 2012 Girls use their words like swords and axes,
try to stay around like previously owed taxes,
just another lump in my mattress,
that will fix itself so no need to address,
all i want to do is feel okay again,
feel the good way i felt back when,
the sad question is back when?
maybe when i slipped off the road from no atTRACTION,
someday i'll be happy enough so you can't hurt me,
find a girl who is truly worthy
of all the nice i am and does adore me,
instead of treat me like canned goods and store me,
someday i'll be living the life that will make me fine,
with any amount of deservable alone time,
cause i am always accused of some crime,
that isn't even mine.
