Struck

I was struck by your glassy eyes
Paralysed by the anxiety
Sun crossed the sky, I was waiting for you to call
Self-loathing does never leave

I was struck by your confusion
Anxious to see you again
And feel my heart to paralyse
Trembling legs splashing a puddle made of grief

I am that girl, the other, the lover, the serpent under covers
Home wrecking whore waiting for him at the foyer

Out and about, fucking at the canal
I chose the way of living my own personal downfall
! am writing our story with the drying blood of passion
'Cause the closest thing to love I feel
Is chemical obsession

I was struck by the end
Of the everlasting dream of marriage and kids
Out and about, looking for amazement
But the trouble is trouble is all there is
Trouble is all there is, trouble is all there is
Trouble is all