lucky enough to have done the wrong things at the right time

i knew what was happening the whole time

i knew what was gonna happen next time

i knew how to prevent it the whole time

i just didn't know how to tell it to you

we were speaking different languages

and i knew you could never come to me

so i sat patiently

on stolen time

that the victims waisted hastily

but i am what i am

maybe one day she'll look to see

you see right now i can't

the light is blinding forever binding me

bleeding from wherever you can stab a kife in me

the forgotten

the lost causes

each and every one

one of my promices

and i don't often promise this

but you pre madonas wanted this

i offered a sort of truce with my truth

toned down my whole vocabulary

fuck you

now i insist upon instigating you

because my whole life felt more like segregation

sitting in the back of a bad bus ride

and i say that with no hesitation

no hard r's