You're sewing a basket around my head
one that you intend to drown me in.
But I'll steal your needle and I'll take your thread
before I wind up dead.
You sit so high perched upon your throne
while your jesters serve you from below.
An affinity for solitude I should have known.
I'll get out now before I wind up alone.
Were all of your compliments made in vain?
Did you succeed in making me your fool?
My insecurities surface at your disdain.
What I have lost is merely your gain.
It scares me to death how easily we fall.
The scholars told us love was blind.
Moments of your affection are difficult to recall
but you, my dear, are even harder to find.
You take a bite but spit it out in digust-
only the finest taste pleases your palate.
Even you fall victim to crimson lust,
it attracts you like a magnet.
In your presence you request me to bow,
grind my emotions into a fine powder paste.
I know you love me more than you know how,
so the love will spoil and go to waste.
one that you intend to drown me in.
But I'll steal your needle and I'll take your thread
before I wind up dead.
You sit so high perched upon your throne
while your jesters serve you from below.
An affinity for solitude I should have known.
I'll get out now before I wind up alone.
Were all of your compliments made in vain?
Did you succeed in making me your fool?
My insecurities surface at your disdain.
What I have lost is merely your gain.
It scares me to death how easily we fall.
The scholars told us love was blind.
Moments of your affection are difficult to recall
but you, my dear, are even harder to find.
You take a bite but spit it out in digust-
only the finest taste pleases your palate.
Even you fall victim to crimson lust,
it attracts you like a magnet.
In your presence you request me to bow,
grind my emotions into a fine powder paste.
I know you love me more than you know how,
so the love will spoil and go to waste.