Taxi Cab Confessions
I liked you.
In fact, I might of wifed you.
Like damn, I would have dyked you
And had you staying inside, like stripes do
When I leave for the summer, I would’ve skyped you
You had me feeling like diabetes, type 2
Had me weak like the third day of swine flu
Never thought you’d stoop that low, and then swine flew
I stuck my neck out, which is the easiest way to break
Because caring this much isn’t the easiest thing to fake
I feel like a vampire, expressing that my heart is at the stake
And if I kiss the sun my feelings will never graduate
So I’ll roam the underworld stealing souls to find mine
Until you stop running circles around me like serpentine
Honestly I’m not really itching to be your Valentine
But I am interested in soothing your fears, call me Sir Calamine
And given the circumstances, I’d rather take my time
Because love isn’t automatic, and I’m in four wheel drive
Moving mountains, but the bolder won’t slide
Your heart’s in a cave being tormented by the slaves
Shackled and chained, terrified that you’ll runaway
For the simple fact that they can’t let go of yesterday
Memories of how he set you free, then snatched the day
Shot out your sun, then passed away
Leave the widows near windows weeping like willows
Because this doesn’t happen much, outside of dreams on your pillow
Where a guy doesn’t pad his scratch like brillow
Who’s also worth the weight, like a kilo
But if you do not understand a word of this lingo
Just know that I think you’re the one, like a single.
-Wally.Vega
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