4AM Menace
Bells of war in you,
Eerily divine,
What’s so bad,
My man’s a serial killer.
You leave me in this 4am bar,
Says I’m a strong woman–
Independent & free,
So he wanna see me.
But is that all you really want,
Even when I walk those hundred miles
All alone this night.
What a gorgeous menace.
But he leaves trails of red stains
From his bourbon
Shining in the moonlight,
O, the white red sirens.
Calling about two times
More than a million time
So left out–
O, But was I strong.
Killer sun on the run
Holy trails of the nun
I follow you
Follow the you, you left.
