It Won't Be Me Anymore
I was caught
in a rumbling ricochet
I was stuck
In a stranger’s war
I was dust
In an old gold pocketwatch
But that won’t be me anymore
And I was tack
To an old, worn sailor
Watch me tumbling
Far overboard
I could never be one
to be favored
But that won’t be me anymore
How can you look at her like that?
The way she draws you with her eyes
Can pull you in like a static field
Bleeding you out.
Drench me in it,
make me cold.
I don’t care
It’s not me
It won’t be me anymore
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