Lungs I Lost My Legs
I fell for it despite myself.
A trite addiction to misery, a narcotic well,
boiled to steam. Split at the seams.
Crutch cut, bonds seemingly unseemly.
Dream time's over
and eye-to-eye with puppy eyes.
Hello and surprise!
I lost my legs.
The ability to walk is totally overrated.
I lost my legs.
Standing tall isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Lying with you is all I need.
You're killing me with that look;
that's all it took to rob my feet from me.
And what a rookie mistake
to take you as a blank slate
and not gracefully unaffected.
Downtime's over.
I've got something to tell you:
I lost my legs.
You're killing me in the sweetest way
possible, with the heaviest taste,
The heaviest taste.
An exquisite lace.
You're killing me, we are erased
without a trace.
I'm completely legless, inebriated.
Satiated.
You're killing me, I'm completely legless,
I'm out of my head.
I lost my legs.
