I hope, some day, all she'll be is second thoughts

A grey mountain dying on the pomegranate sky
With beauty all around, but not within your narrowed eye
Brandy-colored bruises where your stony thighs were cupped
The Bitch, a bitch, and finally, some bitch that messed you up
And, it's hardly a surprise that she's the one you wrangled up
Cos you never angled up

I hope, some day, all you'll be is weightless spores

I'll taste you here and there, but you'll never test my knees
Though, I'll always toil over how you blindly cut the keys
When you hadn't the schematics, and I didn't show you how
Do you realize that you've made it so no one can enter, now?
So, who is there to blame for the way that I've been swindled?
And, I've been kindled

I hope, some day, all I'll be is everything

Not a florid lip print on an ever-empty can
Not the faded smell of paper money in your hand
Not the harried hubcap, still, spinning, like a top
You never had the time to see me dwindle down and stop
And, it's not worth going back the way you came with ruffled brow
It's not worth a thing, now

I hope you're happy, I hope you're happy with your glass half empty
Even though you got your share