Heatseeker

That was strike two but you’re the only one keeping score I didn't realize there were heart strings attached You know I have trouble listening Yet you're still undressing But your clothes are draped on you and not the floor, So that’s strike three I know you like to work with your hands but I didn't realize you were blue collar Snorting vitamin D is your idea of a natural dependency And you’re not Icarus But I'm surprised homemade wings couldn't get you any higher Even a jack of all trades could be dealt a losing hand A welder fabricates But so does a liar You're like a sprouting lemon tree That's protruding into my backyard And being shady You’ve sentenced me to a life behind your stitched cloth bars What an unlawful thing to crave And you may be prosperous and the right amount of sour But I'm sure as hell not making lemonade And not to be dramatic But can I really live without this? You left my temptation so abused, I might be a liability to your prowess