Be Careful What You Ask For
She wanted the act not the person behind it.
I drank.
I was far from the madman she expected or the insanity she seemed to desire.
And when she questioned the reality eventually I knew it was just a matter of time.
For she wanted something to fear and reject.
A truth to all those rumors a souvenir from the wreckage.
Everyone loves the rollercoaster because it takes you on an insane view of death with a hint of danger and still you’re safe and strapped in.
She spent her nights with me wanting the bullshit.
I decided to go on a good bender and let those demons loose.
It’s been so very peaceful without her around.
Guess she caught a glimpse of something she didn’t like.
Truth and a razors edge will always set you free.
