Knock Knock Knock

A long, long time ago...
it went exactly as I planned
because back then
we never played it safe
and she put on more for show.
Combustible at best,
the rest just fell right in to place.
Yes, in fact, that was the case.
But, when she sat down
I felt seriously delerious because...
a tragedy at best
-the less she cared about herself,
no longer cared about her little self.
And the reason that it took me
and she hooked me originally
was all for show.
A dollhouse drawn in sand.
The random look of dirty hands
throwing out my plans.
I felt seriously delerious and furious
because she put on more for show.
A long, long time ago...
it went exactly as I planned
because back then she put on more show.
Then so effortlessly lost her lust for
dressing up.
She's messing up.
She's no more fun.
But now I know it to had to be more for show.

Cars look oh so so sad.
Roads look oh so so drab.
Windows copied and pasted.
Buildings look pixelated.
Alphabetical names.
Dropping, wet dripping.
No rain will blur invisible ink.
I think you think I wrote it down.
Why are you wired in to the wall?
Why are you wired in it at all?
Know you won't believe it
-not until you see it.
No.
Know you won't believe it
-not until I write it down.

Wake up!
You do have a way words
-at least with me-
unfortunately.
Please tell me this means what I think it does
-but secretly-
so he won't see.
My dear, I fear that your scandal has corrupted many
-disrupted many-
anyway.
Have a good sleep on your own.
Have a good sleep all alone.
Tape up your fingers they're bleeding now,
so knock less hard.
Wait patiently.
Useless -they're useless excuses.
So unnecessary
-but not with me.
Holding on, though I don't why.
Holding on to your lullabye.
My love is gone, but not for long.