Breeze Vincinz

THE PERFECT PUNISHMENT

© Breeze Vincinz

Butterflies in my stomach and noises in my head

Cut me inside and often I’ve bled

I remember crying for no reason, living for no reason

Finding pride in my color but not for my season

Would die for a weekend would live for a mirror

The straight line of my life that kept getting queerer

Fucked like a whore, loved like a saint

Too much to do, to think about fainting

The perfect punishment I guess this could be

The love I have for you, the bane you could give me

A heart that was closed, a case that was shut

A body that thought it was too old to nut

The sun around the moon, the mouse chased the cat

Two people who had no belief in things like that

My heart that was closed took a crow bar from above

Your body of ages that took my love

Fucked like a whore fucked til it ached

Fucked over like a homeless man who can’t get a break

The perfect punishment I guess this could be

The love I have for you, the bane you could give me

Never knew, never wanted to

What’s it like to be you?

You silly little fool

You silly little fool

A heart that was cold, a mind that was old

A body that felt like it was being shared and sold

Life here was never supposed to wind up like this

I hate being smart, rather be dumb, happy and bliss

that way wouldn’t know what was happening to me

As the whore and kid in my mind are quickly fleeing

But instead I’m growing up and putting on the line

Everything, I mean everything, that I have inside

Scared like a whore, cold as a child

fucked like a lamb who is lost in the wild

The perfect punishment I guess this could be

The love I have for you, the bane you could give me