Fine

It's just beginning to get fun.
We've reached that point where we no longer care and we forgot who won.
I see no strings from my heart to the bottom of your foot,
So I see no reason for me to stay put.
Sometimes I want to thread through your face to the pavement,
Yet sometimes, your hand to my cheek.
Time is flying as your words mean nothing, I think you mistake me for weak.
Well I'm done.
Circles are cool and follow the rules but walking along one gets you no where but this,
It's safe and it's comfy and you can't get hurt,
But isn't that supposed to be what love is?
We aren't venn and I'll tell you when my mind changes completely.
For me to forgive and go against how I live, I'd have to do a 360.
Your goal in life to have fun is spilling into my lung
Because once I feel no hurt at your words
It's obvious that I'm done.
I don't take things quite smoothly.
I like retaliation.
You provoke me with your words.
And your body to damnation.
So until your face is stained with blood, shame, don't run
Because you're still breathing, unforgiven,
So it's obvious I'm not quite done.