Every Last Drop

Crime Unpunished

I will never have my day in court with you.

One day I'll be OK with that,

but today, I wish I could see you come unglued

with a dozen eyes on you.

But these are all just fantasies

of a person who has lived on their knees.

I'm not a coward— at least I don't think so

—but to coexist with a hammer, I became smoke.

I made it so I was a whisper when you were a scream.

Waking the next day, pretending like it was all a dream.

What goes around never comes around,

all I get is a no voice and no ground.

What goes around never comes around,

all I get is a double-stab in the back.

I'll never have my day in court with you.

Was it even a crime? Is there even a line

in a manual, a book somewhere,

that says this was all unfair.

If there was, would it matter?

The glass is still shattered.