Femme Fatale

Her default setting is hot, whether I like it or not

So I guess it was good I did

Eyes that matched hair, forced me to stare

And messed with my ego and id

All up turned into an outward calamity

But she just couldn’t see

Organized myself but still so uncoordinated

Trapped, and yet, still free

Feel like I said something I shouldn’t have

‘Cuz she keeps running away

Feel like I lost what I never had

What’s now gone just wants to stay

The artwork up here changes monthly

But none of it’s beautiful

The glamorous that just beckon us

Have suddenly lost their pull

It’s about time you stood up for waking up

In 114 minutes she’ll be ready

It’s about a boy who’s on a sinking ship

It goes, but it’s not steady

The notion of commotion won’t lose its swagger

And nobody seems to care

The louder it gets the more we all forget

But I guess it’s comforting to know it’s there

The doors are locked; the windows closed

We haven’t lost but we didn’t win

The lights are off but someone’s home

They just won’t let us in

She took off last week; time well spent

But none of it spent with you

She’s on mental vacation until further notice

So what more can I do?

She appreciates the finer points of romance

But simply lacks the effort

She wants to see it all but can only glance

As she thinks that it will hurt

The artwork up here changes weekly

But all of it’s rehashed

The treacherous that just berate us

Have suddenly found themselves cashed

Her fire disarms, but there’s no alarm

And so I’m continually burned

The kind of looks you don’t see in books

It’s no wonder I haven’t learned

These children hold hands, to avoid quicksand

But everyone’s eventually hurt

The ones in the lead, succumb to their needs

A better tail in a different skirt

These men act like children time and again

But still maintain their ships

The continual mends dissuade their ends

Even after everything rips

She knows not what she does

But does it all the same

She speaks in tongues and disables your lungs

When she pretends to know your name

Her default setting it hot, whether I like it or not

So prepare for a nice scorch

She’s holding on to the idea of holding back

While I’m left holding a torch

The artwork up here changes daily

But original thought bears not

In the end, the memories of those I’ve penned

Will be the only love I’ve got