It's what's left -INk

[indigo lily]

My bones grow tired
Of your cross wired
Shapes and tires
Rolling on by
You keep on rolling on by

Is this wind or oil
Hope my blood don't boil
You spoil me
you wannabe
You rile me up
Take a drink from my gossamer cup

Cus' no one wants the cripple
And no one wants the blame
She thought that if she left me
I'd always stay the same

But I can't just ignore it
The bleeding and the scars
And I can't start pretending
I didn't see the bars

Now I'm backed up into corners
Thought that I'd be free
If only broken hearts
Didn't break so frequently

Now I'm crying in the backseat
With your pictures in my hands
Who knew that girls like cheap thrills and sleeping in his van

You're sorry now

But my bones grow tired
Of your cross wired
Shapes and tires
Rolling on by
You keep on rolling on by

Is this wind or oil
Hope my blood don't boil
You spoil me
you wannabe
You rile me up
Take a drink from my gossamer cup

~ INk

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[quick totem]

Lovely little piece. The romantic angst running through this brings me to my teenage years. Immediacy. Honestly the way it’s built would well suit a sung version. You should give it a shot. Cheers.

[pine quiver]

This one has a gritty edge to it. I like the pacing and it's packed with rhythm. The repetition is nice.