King Shiv

Woke up feeling like it put the lotion in the basket
Can you even recall the times
Before your pheromones took your common sense hostage
And left you in the rain to dry
And if you’ve ever gotten everything that you wanted well
Wouldn’t that be some king shit
But as the case would have it
Well, you certainly haven’t
You’ve been hand-to-mouthing every step of it
All the old-timers in the neighborhood swear
That you’re cursed with a face people hate
But every single one of them’s an endless variation
Of Popeye raised on lead paint
And all the «woulda coulda shoulda
Did it cause my buddy’s over
Get to it when this here is done»
Repeated time and time again
It grows into a second skin
I can’t believe there even could be
A secret life between your eyes that I don’t seem to see
Are you satisfied with waiting here for heaven forever?
Waiting for your schemes only weakens at the seams
All the scenes that you’ve spun in the dark
And who wants weak desires waiting for them in the wings
After years of leathering your scars