Doors closed after a slam or gentle bump, throat free from awkward stress lumps
How many chances should I give, keep you at a distance away, miles are best to be truly safe
Learned early humans are liars, momma’s hands under the pillow for my teeth, no magic, no special being visiting me
Gotta shield myself from disappointment boy it’s brutal when I fall down, ground floor, doors closed, exposed, who dares impose
I suppose this rose, this life, experiences regardless hated or liked, insight defined when perception bright
I’m the grumpy one, refusing to bend when I’ve already said no, they say when did you say no, of this we didn’t, currently don’t know, virtual wish for elbows
Then I break my own rules, jackass, mule.