I'm Out

 

Sure, lay it on the line,
tell me every last rule.
I need to know exactly
what I'm breaking.


Watch me shred the tome
that propped the door open,
the one that allowed every
other fucker's demon in.


My new look is "vicious bitch"
— step back for full effect.
Oh, sorry to miss your call,
leave a message at the click.


Don't bother thumping the wall
or leaning on the bell. I'm out,
pedal down, windows open,
eyes locked on the horizon.