you let it out, in a stream of rage and crushing hail.
it was a blizzard, a meteor, a thunderstorm,
cause we had felt it all in the temperature.
the tension at the tip of your words,
intrusion, I despise it with all my anxiety inducing nervousness.
my privacy is just for me, just let it go.
i have nothing to show so I owe you nothing,
I believe, cause I never made promises.
I kept myself locked, behind the walls with open windows.
I hear it all and bear the talk and gawking
of the drunken barber shop owner
and a liar and a go-to-hell man jerk asshole.
so before you talk, just think about you and me
and the people you see who never asked for anything of this.
but it seems like everyone's here to win,
and so i lose.
