Sluttering

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us
It's time to leave this place
I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits
I'd saw through your traps to find a better you
A part of you that lasts
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue
A sight to sore your eyes
I got this dress
I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping
Congratulations to you both, I hope you're happy
If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me
Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment
Rubber, I'm glue
I'll write the book on you
It's sticking to my face
You need a little less than what you take for granted
This is the sip that's drinking back from you
Blacking out your eyes
You need a little more suppression of you appetites
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms
It's neither sweet nor bright
I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test
You are your worst revenge
Your very means, they have no ends
This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have
If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough