Calamity Jane

I swear everyday it’s a brand new Calamity
Coke and Daniels
Just a tease on the brain to ease your pain of insanity
And if I were to say Jane
You’re the first one that I’d blame
Yes you, for all those empty bottles of Jack and Samuels
The only things of value
When the house went up in flames
You’re such a fool Calamity
Lame your claim, I can’t get far enough away
A dangerous dame with lips made of profanity
There is no safe space
But in my heart I understand your drunken rage
Your lack of gravity
That false belief you don’t speak blasphemy
Those stupid head games
Every night getting more and more belligerent
Looking more like a casualty
Sick and twisted your games of depravity
Always involving sex, drugs or booze
And possibly in three different cavities
You ain’t got a clue
Maybe a half a molecule left in your head
Those brain cells can’t even think things through
I can smell your ignorance from here
And your breath reeks of cigarettes too
You’re such a waste Jane
So go screw you
And that foul mouth of yours always cursing my name
But I know why
You overheard the news that I hated your guts
That’s right Betty Boop you’re nuts
And I’m not going anywhere soon
Except to push back on your broken faith
When your mouth has nothing to say
And the alcohol is talking way to much
You’re weak face to face
And if you were a real lady Calamity, like you say
Perhaps I’d seen the good in you Jane
Just a glimpse, and perhaps I would have considered you part of the human race
But I won’t partake in your Calamity
I’m not wiping your slate clean
No no no, there jus ain’t no way
Your tears aren’t real, and your smiles definitely fake
That mask you wear so thin it’s vain
I see right through it, you’re giddy with hate
So when heaven finally shakes and you’ve gone insane
I’ll watch as you pull every last hair from your head
But I’ll keep my promise Jane
To save you the heartache you showed others
When I walk you to your grave
For those you have suffered
I know it doesn’t sound fair
Bruce Wayne of 333 Trinity Lane
But sometimes people go bat shit crazy
Like creepy crawlers out of the cupboard and drain
Of all people I thought you’d understand Batman
Unconsciously they need to escape the gravity wave of psychological warfare
Of wearing someone else’s mask and chains
A burden so great it feels worse then death
But Heaven or Hell
We all have an appointment prior to our expiration date
How long can you last
What will be your fate
Will you be the solution or the problem
The cure or the disease
Will you give more than you take
Right or wrong either way
It’s hard not to mistake