Rojo

Your poison ivy
Moves like a lever in motion within time
It rings and stings over and over
Still the eggshells must complain
My mother remains
And yet today my legs grow weak
He isn’t here, near
Boy I can care less what you think, my dear
We linger tension
Falls on the tip of rotten silhouettes
Succumbs his strength from mental anguish
Still the hotcakes rust off warmth
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
There was never a? for what she said
She pushed me around out of mind and the block
The itch on the skin was provoked by the ivy’s touch
We let it slip in covering herself up in rocks
Go let you go
My father wasn’t sane
But still someday he senses we’ll come off like rocks
Soon, boy I can care less we are just the same
My mother remains
And yet today my legs grow weak
He isn’t here, near
Boy I can care less what you think, my dear