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letra de girl, don't have an embolism - graham smith & kgw

i’ve learned from past mistakes
not to recalculate
choices i have made
in extenuating circumstances
which is why i’m so surprised
that i’d just close my eyes
roll the dice and take my chances
maybe i forgot how g-y romance is
just like b.j. did in “the longest time”
or maybe i remembered it’s a business and an art form
so when you tell me it was wrong to lie
i retort that it was wrong to boil my blood to keep your heart warm
on an unseasonably cool august night
you cussed and kicked and screamed and slammed my fingers in the car door
and told me you’d be fine if i crawled off and died
so you’re in no place to deem a d-mning reprimand uncalled for
therefore i have to say
you’re somewhat of a basket case
you can insist you’re old-fashioned, babe
but that won’t make it so
now that’s not to advocate
my behavior as of late
this dog had its day
ages ago
now i’m cagey & slow
i rely on mimicry
to make it alone–
well, speaking metaphysically
or is it metaphorically, historically
i’ve struggled with such intricacies
and i know you live for literacy
“no manchild left behind”
but don’t take it so literally
or at least don’t wonder why
our ankles hands and tongues are tied
it’s no big mystery
i’m redefining unrefined (adj.)
one day at a time
and you’re so in to intimacy
that it in fact frightens me
so i counteract ignorantly
and dispense with niceties
but what a stunning sight to see
your dull eyes lit up brilliantly
so why can’t you enlighten me
to the best of your ability
you question the content of my epiphanies
but don’t doubt their legitimacy
i’ve got a bad case
of the sentimental sat-rdays
i examine and exaggerate
the memories i harbor
so pardon me if i escape
for a minute or a month to an abstract place
and drown you in my moribund ardour
grant me that, i’m a real self-starter
but i’m hoping that you represent an end of the line
a light at the focus of my tunnel vision
cause no matter how ardently i defend my crimes
you’re not gonna drop the charges and you’re not gonna listen
yet all i hear is silence on your end of the line
and i know my words cut you with surgical precision
you’re no match for my wit and my incredible mind
but i’m sure i’ll make some friends in prison
girl, don’t have an embolism

- graham smith kgw

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