Black Mold

(álbum: Prince Daddy & The Hyena - 2022)

Times get so ruthless
But none as cruel as this
I can't feel my legs
As you sat beside my bed
And said

Don't tell me you're sorry
Not unless you mean it
And you don't
Don't tell me you're sorry
I don't want to hear it
Just go

This time, unlike last
I ain't coming back
He suggests a few more down the hatch
Says that it could help this fever pass
In one way or another
...You dirty rotten bastard
You'll be happier than ever!
...You dirty rotten bastard

Don't tell me you're sorry
Not unless you mean it
And you don't
Don't tell me you're sorry
I don't want to hear it
Just go

I run it back in my head
Every now and then
I remember what you said to me
It was like a symphony back then
But along with the wrinkles in your skin
It aged, decayed, and ran its course
And it just made the hard parts worse
You sucked my blood
And drained my life
You drained the blue out of the sky
It was sometime around Easter you showed up
I saw your ribs through your t shirt stained in blood
You said hey it's nice to meet you
I got some shit to teach you
But you pay up front
There was this lightning in his eyes
That conquered braver lives than mine
I'm pacing as the light blinks red
With traces of it on my breath
You'll have to pardon my insistence
But I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss this
Well back in April
The coffee table didn't seem so far away
He turns me over
Pats my shoulder
Tells me everything's okay

What a lie
What a lie
What a lie
What a lie
What a lie
What a lie