Puking Platitudes

The Venetia Fair

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I was brought to my knees by our last conversation
I was calling your bluff like you'd loaded that gun with a flag

I could not stop puking platitudes
'Cause I couldn't give you up or keep yours down
I wreaked of desperation how did you stand the smell?

And I could feel the shame I buried under all my anger
This was my last chance.
But God forbid I would show some understanding.
I'm just scared I'll be left alone

I froze.
Let the mutiny fester.
Petrified like some statue walking a plank.
'Cause I watched them chiseling.
They carved my body out of rock
then had the stones to ask I bend
to hear their accusations
I could not contest the fact that

So I'll toss and turn and find a way to overstate the way I feel
Because god forbid I would show some understanding i'm just scared That if you all leave
That I'll be left alone.