Fiona Interrupted
Lately I’ve kept thinking
How you’re only late if you show up
I don’t wanna be in someone else’s web of memories
I don’t wanna be the guardian angel who returns from the heavenly gates
And saves the lives of who he once befriended
Cause why do I have to leave at all?
Even though what I’m feeling now feels wrong
Doesn’t mean that what that was, was right
Keep manifesting it
Even cinderella’s shoe came off
When it was said to be a perfect fit
Keep manifesting it
And keep hating yourself for doing it
Dark scars in a cracked mirror of maps that could’ve lead somewhere someday
If the blood stains red,
Then what are we doing here anyways?
And I’ve never even truly seen my own face before
So what are we doing here anyways?
Stop the ing car and move on
Before you confabulate your memories and flood your mind, onto the road
And kill us and the innocent people just trying to get home
Stop the f-ing car and move on
I wonder how I’d even know that that was right
When back then I was a kid
Even cinderella’s shoe came off
and it was said to be a perfect fit
Stop the f-ing car and move on
She said, "you've always been mature for your age
But you've never sounded more like a child"
Part of me has become
All of what I preach against
Drowning daily in this flood of memories
But even the wicked need rest
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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