Hold your tongue, the damage is done. Save your lies for the cowboys who like girls that don’t say that they are riding other horses. But those horses should be tied to your limbs and running from Kansas, in four different directions, so your heart can be spilled for the first time in ages. I have become figuratively belligerent from biting my tongue so hard. You never gave me a sign, so heres a sign of my own “watch for falling houses”. Go ahead and sing for your requiem of punchlines, I love it, I invite it. (I’m not backing down, baby don’t make a sound. Did you think revenge was overrated?) Don’t compulsively poison my ears. I’ll crack a smile, hold you hostage and sever your fingers so the next victim won’t be satisfied when you try to get fresh with him under your covers. Are you so blind that you can’t see what you’re doing? I’ll take a drill to those beautiful eyes so you can’t say you didn’t see this coming. Don’t let anybody tell you that you don’t have a brain. You were smart enough to know that you should not explain your lack of courage to admit that you don’t have a heart. Now I’ll treat you like a leper and keep my distance as you fall apart.