Heart of a Centipede
You got a hundred lovers,
including me
Every one of us
give you something that you need
But you really only need us after that,
when your fire starts getting low,
and your house gets cold
You only need us
when you need to feed,
when you need the body heat
You only want us
when you want to burrow,
when you want to give some sorrow
Give centipede promises of tomorrow:
Telling each one of us
how good it would be,
just you and me
Selling each one of us
this centipede fantasy,
that we’re quick to believe
You move so fast,
your heart can’t stay long
In and out you’re gone
Centipede feet always on the run,
having musical chair fun
Said you promise to be true
with the last sitting one
But, I know you ...
after all is said and done:
Your centipede heart
is gonna devour each and every one
Yes, I know you ... how you do
You be bugging when you creep on by,
with a hundred alibis
Saying so and so just can’t let go,
saying even though you told them no
Then as soon as I turn the lights down low,
your phone rings,
and your centipede heart gotta go
This I know about you ...
So tell that worm that’s fresh and new:
Centipede feet always gon leave,
just as fast as they met you too
Centipede heart always gon give you empty;
wiping a hundred feet on your heart,
getting you dirty
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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