Band-Aid
A lotta things are like an old band-aid
Should just yank it, but we peel it nice and slow
Think we kinda like the pain, in it we wade
Things used to be pro bono, now their quid pro quo
She’s mastered façade, playin’ games like an arcade
She loves me, she loves me not, swayin’ to and fro
Probably should evade, but for you I'd wait a decade
Your love is my drug, feenin', feel like I'm in skid row
Still feelin' like someone else would be a downgrade
Cut off my ear for you, call me Vincent Van Gogh
Serenade, I'll be by your side til I'm old & decayed
There's so much room to grow, girl we have no plateau
Copyright © Zachary Alvstad | Year Posted 2015
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