what the fuck ever.

Actually, it's not okay, but it's never okay for me to say.
How do I tell you she has you on puppet strings
and her little finger is lonesome.
She needs her allies...sorry did I say allies i mean her
pets, that she can stroke and stroke.
Did she see? Did you purposefully dangle words
for her to examine, to search, to ponder.
Then she came, tip tapping in her power heals
wanting her lap doggy back. And you pounced.
Yeah it's fine, your path is your own that I will
never question, your path is your own,
your choices your own, her little finger
is all fucking alone.