Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped


Thanks for $#&@ing nothing!
Serve my head on a plate

Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead


Thanks for $#&@ing nothing
Scraped the depths to salvage something
Thanks for $#&@ing nothing

Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell

True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced

Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted


This contagion
crossed all divides
caused a shift in protective focus


Three words flouted


Untimely end, I should've clicked? a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form

Walk right out and move along, and leap before you look

Thanks for $#&@ing nothing!