Bell Chimes
Mike Cherk
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I'm sick of bell chimes, and I'm sick of these rhymes Writin' words so absurd they're not, even really mine Though they're borrowed, not stolen Though I don't really own em' Sheeran taught me well. Part of me still owes him Cramped in my room trynna' go the extra mile Write a metaphor for love, try to make someone smile But I'll explode when I'm done, I'm bigger than the sun This crowd is deafening, and I'm the only one So play a minor chord, remember when I was a whore Fucked up and over girls, like it was a chore Now that I know my mistake, in my room alone I bake Searching for genuine, but this persona is fake I'm not really euriditic, what I know is esoteric I can't heal anything but I call myself a cleric I'll play on a fender, as I go out to a bender To the bar with my mates, as i try not to offend her "Her" being my mind, in the meaning that I find In this last sip of jack I become less than kind So I pick up a bar stool, trynna' fight friends from high school Swinging around the room, where did it all go so wrong? I've written dozens before, I'm writin' hundreds more I'm searching for meaning, but I don't know what for I write words to express, all these feelings when I stress When post-traumatic strikes, I'm way more than depressed Maybe this is my answer. It's definitely my solace Don't try to get close, I promise that I'll wall this Off and I scoff, though I can't help but cough From this ash in my lungs that makes me feel tough I'm a musician with a vex, cursed a witch and got hexed Shook hands with death, and he told me I'm next But last time i checked, I'm still so wrecked And I'm broken, still broken My heart's a million pieces held together with tape And I consider myself a superhero with no cape 'Cuz I endured the Devil's inferno Froze the devil got burned (Oh) I'm going 110 on a 60, I know I can't break My career and my music, 'till I abolish what is fake Maybe I'll be lucky and find an early grave, then I won't have to face The pain of this mistake That's you Now you're gone that's clear, I'm a busted chandelier All the diamonds on the floor, but the stars are near I'm looking deep inside, to every smoky mirror You're the last thing I want, but damn I need you here I'm feeling pain in my heart, numb in my wrists This poetry is magic, but I swear it's not a trick It's: honest, and truthful, and real, and new But every fucking page, is all about you It's a matter of time, oh wait I did it again Left another girl behind, said "its cool lets be friends" But I don't know if I meant it, I skipped right to the end I don't know if I meant it! Baby, you're the living proof, of one I wouldn't pick I'm a god damned needle, and you're my god damned fix Be my own disaster, so when we're old and worn I'll see right through, the eye of this storm That's you I'm sick of bell chimes And I'm sick of these rhymes
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