Bite me. No really.

by Delilah


Crazy aint it baby

How in July it rains

And how we don’t speak

Not a moment alone.

My blues have now faded

Into blank white space

And people I hear

They say that you’ve changed.

There’s a bite in your bark

Chips worth a log

Your silence too loud

And the charm it runs thin.

So here I am

Cut me if you need

And I’ll bleed every night

If that helps you sleep.

Be what you will

Guilty as charged

But of you, I wouldn’t

Think less if you asked.