Heartless and Disorientated

Chicago

You are my kryptonite
My heart attack in white
The nail gun through my skull
And the bell on top of the church that rings during my funeral.

You are the rain that washes the blood from the street
After they take away the body of the
Guy that got his brains shot out.

You are the cuckoo bird stealing the eagles nest
And the fox stealing its eggs while it's away
As it's meal for the day.

You are the bones on the poacher's mantle
The skull over his door
The rug under his feet
And the reason his wife left him for the city.

You are my explosive,
I'm the hostage.
You're taped to my chest against my will
A terrorist's threat to the airport waiting room
Where I sit and try not to cry too hard
Just waiting for the clock to count down to my last breath.