player

there's an oncoming madness
it's oh-so-predictable
and we can't quite cause this s.topping
the way we wish we could should

and as we drive through this winding
causeway, swerving between the solid lines
you take a drag
and flicked i fly out the window
your butt, burning i'm slowly
left to choke on the remaining oxygen
i can get; i'm not privy to the access
of your semi-precious lips

white like smoke we choke on
these thoughts are pressing
hard, full court we sort
ourselves across and through this mess
and trust we'll each try,
to do to do our best

driving we'll look in the rear-view mirror,
your reflection unnerving as you know
you would almost throw
it all away to stay in your comfort,
cocoon of pretty apathy,
sign me up baby,
i'll play my part,
flick me
stick me
rip me off,
pawn, i'll please the player