Blame it on Bad Luck

Blame it on bad luck
a double dinner date
with the guy you fuck
and his soon to be wife
is this my life
sick sick sick
i went for the kiss
got dismissed
i think i’ll be ok
you are no
mona lisa
and i’m
already gone
all alone in the crowd
turned around
seeing sound
my heart pounds
with love
for a women with
devotion and desire
with the power
to not just save me
from myself
a women who can
save her man from the
tortures of the damned
i want to love but something
will have to change
if i’ll ever love again
a call to arms
amen

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