You're a Spinal Tap

Words I never spoke, were right under my nose

Lumps caught in my throat were hiding facts

I’m sorry that, you’re a spinal tap.

Forget forget-me-nots, before the afterthought

You’ve been a good sport, but we’re handicapped

And losing track, you’re a spinal tap.

Grip me in your teeth, let it bleed, it tastes so bittersweet

I can’t pretend to be the piece of meat that you need.

You’re a spinal tap, but I’m not looking back when

I’m a cardiac arrest waiting to happen.