Murder by design.

Murder by design will be your future stock line.
While I have the height advantage right now
I guess I’ll use mine.

Never mind.
I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more unkind.

A leg sweep on the grass?
What a stupid freaking parting line.

I was such a flaming, royal asshole back then
Not that I’m much better now.
I just suppress my foul thoughts
And let them chow at me.
When I turn 80 call the vultures
I’ll be really tasty.
Tastier than some good Italian.

From far away I resemble a prince up on a stallion
Closer up your mind wanders…
How many talons did the bird that attacked me have?

It feels like I should go
I think I’ve run my course here.
Call me a coward if you want to
I’m sure it’s sincere.
But seriously I think I’ve really got to go
I think I’ll feel much better when I suddenly run off to…

A place that looks cool
Until I realize my idiosyncratic design
Packed up and came right with.
I thought I packed my suitcase to the gills
But somehow shit slipped in too.
What could I do?
Who even could I talk to
Except for my mirror’s carcass?

One more thing…
I’m sure we all grow.
I’m sure that over time we’ll start to laugh at all the things we didn’t know.
I’m sure that I can muster up a neutral face.
I’m sure that I can muscle up
And tear apart my tainted suitcase.

But can I save face?
Can I blame the right one?
Can I still see the mirror’s carcass
After the vultures get my eyeballs?

I’m not so sure about that.