Decadence

Tonight,
My mouth is like the barrel of a gun,
And I hope you're on the right end,
I wouldn't want to send the wrong signals,
Especially at the speed of light but,
Your face is content with redundancy,
And I've been there once; It's just not me.
Shot to pieces and I'm not surprised,
This isn't the first, it's not the last time.
If this is all the damage I've done so far,
I'll bring my decadance to tear it apart.
Sarcasm can cut, just not deep enough,
You deserve the sting of a bullet to the heart.
I know this is as tired as cliches come,
But I wish we'd rewind everything we've done.
So I'd wash the pages we've scribbled out,
Because in words and in writing,
There's nothing better than your hesitant mouth.