Wildcard Joey Ain’t Shit

Things come in twos. As I held my breath for you, And you tore me back far to many times. Oh, why? So siphon off every drain. I'm tangled in what to say. This isn't my boat, Though I can say that we all will go somewhere now. No matter anything you fucking say, this ship will sink in days. You can leave this ocean, I'll sail on my own. You won't last for long. You seem ornery, I don't know. As I'd sit with the vacant rhymes and wonder how I'll hide its subject for now. And all of the times that I spent myself bleeding there searching for somewhere else. Cast away. When lost, I can't believe it goes on for so long to pretend. What is the state of your lie for so long to make me bleed? You're so ornery.