death of sweet sixteen
pick me up when I'm sober, lover
and you're lonely
when my head is elusive, lucid
with clear gaze
i would look at you condescending and cold
it's not your fault
if misery loves company
you would catch me capable of injury
tattered your expectations, grazing by the blade
of these cynical, jaded eyes
my father taught me well, what can i say?
if i loved you like affection, here's an affable smile,
appreciate it for a while, let's savor the bliss
until i looked at you, baby
and treat you like a toy
strung around like a yo-yo
then take you to the highs and the lows
only because it was fun
you were fun
like a yo-yo
and when you're gone,
no longer around
the old bright lights crawl in me
washed away the elicited memory,
of you, what was left is the sterile white
i've been sober again,
and miserable
and so track goes on,
my feet trudge this pressed underneath
if i go pointless, from one place to another,
don't worry, darling
i knew i deserve this better
than how i made you
