Horrorscopes

I'm an escapist. Secretive and vague
That’s what the horoscopes say
Cursed by timing and fucking patterns
Finding light by broken lanterns

I’m a grave robber
Wrong doer
Home wrecker
Blood sucker

Choked on swallowed pride
No light in these eyes that this shiner outshines
I’ll drink your blood, your love, your joy
I’m just a lost boy

I’ll be the life of the pity party
The guest of honor
I wait with bated breath
For you to just be honest

No matter what you want to believe
These city streets is where I cut my teeth
Open a tab, I’ll turn blood into wine
I’ve stained your dress with less, I’ve killed myself with time

Choked on swallowed pride
No light in these eyes
I’ll drink your blood
I’ll be the life of the pity party
The guest of honor

I wait with bated breath
For you to just be honest
The slings and arrows make me shiver
The slings and arrows make me quiver