i hereby apologize
for the uneventful crime
(fate knew it all along)
please stop covering yourself
with a sheep fur coat
i can still hear your hiss
and i can still see your unbrushed fangs
(god they stink)
i'm just trying to be formal here
do play along it would make this
funeral a bit more fun
(there's doughnuts i know you like doughnuts)
i get that there was 4 bullets
lodged in your pepto bismol
sickly green insides
but, it was not my fault
(who had the gun, huh?)
yes you see
here it is
and it clearly shows
that it was you
all i did was catch
the bullet before
it could ever infiltrate me
with it's silver disease
(i'm not magical i'm just good at catch)
alright that's fine with me
i talked to the moon before it happened
and she never trusted you anyways
(neither did the sun you lied about being his twin)
i'm fine with the terms and conditions
i don't need to read through them
i know them like i know my dead grandmother
on my monster's side of the family
(you will never be the sun with that attitude)
i'm leaving
i gotta take my ship
and go somewhere better
(it was good it was bad)
it was as it was
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lol we're actually back together we worked everything out and such and this poem and the next one were written during the brief breakup time but yeah all is well
