The Fall Off

Blinders are off…
And boy, do I see
Past that height,
Past the charm
And past all that sexy.
Actually…
You look a little lame to me…
The fuck was I even thinking…
Surviving off the audacity
Just might turn you into an enemy.
Guess my free trial has expired.
Seems there’s not a thing left,
No more late nights
No more butterflies
No more good sex.
Instead, I guess you’re content
And don’t mind that I see how lame every part of you is,
I do mourn it just a little bit
This fall off has been just so unfortunate.

But now I lay in my bed…
Truth be told
Just: fuck it.
The bubble is burst
The fantasy is dead
No more monkeys
Playing in my bed.