As Ink Is My Witness

Your cold hand tries to take mine Big screen is my witness But he only tries After a long time, my body is only mine I don’t owe you nothing My arms, my legs, my mind, my will For you, just expectations to fulfil Like dead, not feeling any thrill More than a name in your scoreboard Control of the game is on me I’ve got other places to be And paths that lead me to the woman I want to reach Mrs Dalloway showed me the way Mrs. Sexton gave me a voice Didion’s pen taught me to play it as it lays But I only let one man to borrow my ink