Facing a litany of truth
Cuts deep beneath the surface
Being thought of as the lowest hanging fruit
Can be a burden
Desperation in the wings
Armed with your convalescing needs
As a filler til the party reconvenes
Intemperate mind
That struggles with the fact
That it's borrowing time
Muting my concerns while I choke on your tongue
Extinguishing the urge
To tell you
I won't be the understudy anymore
Watching while those amateurs all get a turn
And botch their roles
Unrequited amity is hardly with the price of admission
This was the final curtain call
Bored of the masochistic means
Leaving me flagellated
The parenthetical arrangement that we've reached
Has lost its basis
There's a haze of dissonance
Clouding the core of our intent
Leaving open ended answers to dissect
Intemperate mind
That struggles with the fact
That it's borrowing time
Muting my concerns while I choke on your tongue
Extinguishing the urge
To tell you
I won't be the understudy anymore
Watching while those amateurs all get a turn
And botch their roles
Unrequited amity is hardly with the price of admission
This was the final take
I'll never catch a break
Save for my mental state
I won't be the understudy anymore
Watching while those amateurs all get a turn
And botch their roles
Unrequited amity is hardly with the price of admission
This was the final take
This was the final curtain call