Coding These To Lukens
“It’s not just what you say
Or how you’ve come so far
The words that you repeat
When time tears us apart
That smug look on your face
When you have something to hide
Or at least that’s what I think
Maybe I’m out of touch
You can tell me if I’m wrong
But you know I’m right”
Spit fire, spit blood, spit fast--I’m heated
I’m sure this won’t linger...longer than it has to...
Get out of my way
Steadfast, I’m fiending
I’m a certain kind of way tonight
I know it can’t be in my head
It must be one of you
Who keep pulling me aside
To chit chat about me, who I am,
What the deal is with who I was once