stockholm syndrome
what do i remember?
i remember blue eyes
i remember the shuffling of feet
i remember loud voices arguing on my behalf
"she refused to hitch a ride in my truck, rude bitch"
"good...for...art"
"she's fucking mine!"
what do i remember?
i remember tight grip
i remember dim lights
i remember the smell of your cigarette
"i'm not gonna let them hurt you, darlin'. that's my job."
what did i forget?
i forgot why you took me
i forgot why i didn't run faster
i forgot the way it felt to be free, truly free
"home?"
"yeah Vincent. He's gonna keep her. This is her home now."
what did i forget?
i forgot who i was before
i forgot who i was gonna be
i forgot who i was supposed to be, before you
"soon you'll beg for me and call me all you've ever wanted"
some call it stockholm syndrome
i call it a rose with thorns
some say i should've run
i say "i love him"
some call it toxic
i call it sacrificial
some say i'm going to hell
i say as long "as he walks with me"
some call you heartless
i call you wounded
i'm an irreverent bastard
i'll forever worship you
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(Bo Sinclair with mention of Vincent and Lester Sinclair)
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