Slam.

Turned out to be the deepest cut I'd ever had,
that never even bled.
Just a quick slit and I was done,
and it didn't even show the pain.
You don't know I still watch,
even though it hurts me.
Can't get away; from the feeling,
don't want to forget how it stung.
Did you feel it at all?
Watching me fall slowly,
down from your high hat and hands.
Guess you didn't see my eyes,
too busy staring into hers.
Her eyes, muddled by the black tar she traces them with.
But I guess you like messes like that.
Like I used to be when we first met.
Have a great time with your fixer-upper,
because all she is is trash right now.
Everyone loves fake hair and train-wrecked clothes.
Go on, tell her you love her.
Tell her forever.
Make her believe the lies through your foolish riddles, like you did so to me.
We were young, but you need to grow up.
Do you use the same lines?
Does she fall at your feet?
Babe.
Do you say you miss her as soon as she's gone?
Does she love you more?
Probably, since you never did.
But you have your music, drum slam drum,so that's really all that matters, isn't it?