A Tell - Tale Penis

Whoever else i may have been She'd still be going through this now But all the quiet hours i require still cant show me how Im barely living In her halftime show Keeping warped minutes of her wishes and revisions And somethings knocking around in me like a loose nut This tell-tale penis kick in the gut Shot down my strut The walls are beating It's my reflection in my death It's the alarm clock riding the horizon Once we spent our afternoons Dancing in our living rooms Now shes giving into her most unlit corners too soon Love is a lifetime's winding twisting tapestry So reborn now without fears Before you ever met me You can end things with your boyfriend I'll quit chasing you around But how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound Its the creak in the floorboards It's throb is in my head It's the alarm clock riding the horizon It's the hand up through the dirt Toward the sky after midnight Burried alive and left for dead