Last night I saw a look, I haven't seen for a while.
Looked like the taste of sick, lingering behind a smile.
You saw me as a disease: odious, and vile.
There aren't any floral notes in the bouquet of bile.
You reprimanded me as though I were a child.
I felt as though the executioner was a witness at the trial.
And if you'd had the chance you would have run half a mile.
I thought love was unconditional, but that may be too wild.
Maybe I was in ignorant bliss, peppered with denial.
I may not be attractive, tanned and toned with teeth like tiles.
But I like to think with what I have I can make it out in style.
Last night I died a little, another thing on the pile.
One day I'll organise it and have some proper files.
For now I'll bury it and hope it doesn't resurface when I'm old and senile.
Looked like the taste of sick, lingering behind a smile.
You saw me as a disease: odious, and vile.
There aren't any floral notes in the bouquet of bile.
You reprimanded me as though I were a child.
I felt as though the executioner was a witness at the trial.
And if you'd had the chance you would have run half a mile.
I thought love was unconditional, but that may be too wild.
Maybe I was in ignorant bliss, peppered with denial.
I may not be attractive, tanned and toned with teeth like tiles.
But I like to think with what I have I can make it out in style.
Last night I died a little, another thing on the pile.
One day I'll organise it and have some proper files.
For now I'll bury it and hope it doesn't resurface when I'm old and senile.