Sara

Ok Sara you asked for it! I keep moving I go from house to house, I stay committed like one foot in and one foot out. I bounce yeah I'm leaving this place, all my court papers falling out my briefcase. Mr intuition the half truth harlot, got their suspicions lacks proof but wants it. I've been practicing grabbing the noose when the knot slips, rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss. And while theyre busy reloading, I'm decoding the message you sent with the key that I'm holding. But it's a copy and the lock seems broken, You got me choking on discussions I cannot keep open. I'm fully clothed on my bed cause theres no sheets on it, my last cigarette in my lips but it ain't smokin. While it dangled I got strangled by my otherhand, I broke the rope held my breath and let my chest expand. I threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire , I told him he owed me so he showed me that his hands on fire. We didn't shake on it he nodded so I nodded back, He lit the cigarette with his finger tip and dropped his hat. I started walking down the tracks you tried to tie me to, I waited for the train to come then I look back and say goodbye to you. When I turned my head I heard what you said, murder him dead and kill the girl in his bed. So I fled remembering one should never look back, there's nowhere to go now so I take the rope off the track. I'm headed for tomorrow so I take sips from my flask. Its the one you bought me on my sober anniversary, then you trace my scent you got friends in search of me. But you know where I'm headed you've been there, queen of your home sit on your throne like an electric chair. You think I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence, I've seen people take lethal injections dead in seconds. I confused prison for a cheap bed and breakfast, I checked my voicemail I see you left a message. My legs hurt cause I've been walking with cement boots, ever since you lured me to the bedroom to get cute. You wore a wetsuit but I stood in a dry position, But you couldn't execute my type of mission. You told your friends that I walked all over you, but you know that's not what my boots were made to do. In fact you and Patty crafted them at your own store, you said Mro put them on I don't know what you took me for. I knew something was up when you nailed them to the floor, But the key didn't fit so I kicked my way back out the door. You know I'm playing, I LUV MY SWEETER! Mike.Ronk