I draw a line across the ballroom floor
However delicate in my mind
Retracing the path I've taken
Tennis shoe stepping on your face
Glass high heel on the chords of your heart
That I still can't play
I try to maintain equilibrium as I sway
To the left and the right
But never straight
I spend too much time trying not to be pretty
When it never really made much of a difference
Either way
He said she said; my heart still flutters
Between a sensual kiss
And fucking your brains out
Anything less would be fake
Anything more and I would be out of my element
But then again, lying never was my forte
The king of thieves does have killer style no?
I love nothing more than to adorn myself
With all the pieces you gave me
I took the heart off my sleeve
And hung it back in the closet
To wear another day
Black on black is so redundant after all
And I tire so easily of these...
These things,
These thoughts...lipstick stains
That won't wash off
The champagne glass doesn't make the beer taste any sweeter...
What the hell kind of thought is that anyway?
So I sigh,
I try,
To escape,
My mind
I dip and spin
And then I remember
I am
Just a man.
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