My Piece

CATEGORY

first love

Baby

 

You were my piece

 

Killed them all with ease

 

Got down on my knees

 

To show you how pleased

 

I was

 

My perfect five seven

 

That sent people to heaven

 

Heavy duty

 

No questions

 

Concealed to my discretion

 

We shot em

 

Down

 

But missed the true target

 

Blood

 

On the carpet

 

House on the market

 

And still

 

NO COMMITMENT

 

What did we gain?

 

We drove ourselves insane

 

Meticulously played the game

 

But for what name

 

Reputation got sticky

 

Had to leave the city

 

Still got my piece with me

 

But the treasures all empty

 

Copper bullets

 

Wrapped in feelings

 

No spiritual healing

 

The thought was appealing

 

Muted all the squealing

 

Yes

 

I operate in silence

 

Shaky fingers

 

Grabbed hold

 

As I try to find piece in my soul

 

Infested with mold

 

Nothing to hold

 

But my piece

 

And

 

I shot myself down.