I give my hands, arms,
Beating motion of my own,
You take them all, everything,
Till I twist like breaking bone,
Tell me the truth till I die,
Including every reason why,
You let go without a care,
And let importance pass you by.
And it’s a shame,
You were my only window,
But from outside,
You’re just an empty frame.
You pocket smiles from a crowd,
Till they realise and learn,
You’d take a young girl back,
When there’s no room in bed at home,
Do anything to fake the taste of success,
You’d give the soles of your shoes,
Just as long as there’s tequila left.
When the cold light of day,
Rests its light where you wake,
Just remember you lie in the bed,
You’ve been too busy to make,
And the strings of your pieces,
Are tied tight around your neck,
Your hands and your feet bound,
With sorrows and regrets.