Bombs for Baby

This might sound crazy

I tried to live but love got in the way

Glancing at your phone down at Masala Zone

These bombs for baby exploding today

I’ve been so lazy

Eternal winters never finding springs

Reminds me of the poo from the harshest vindaloo

These bombs for baby are wonderful things

What she see when she looks in the mirror

Are the words that she wants me to hear

While I keep losing lawyers

Amongst distractors and annoyers

When words are deployed as weapons

I can feel it burning both of us out

Let’s not fight til we’re decrepit

Let’s remember what it should be about

It should be about fire

The morning mist is hazy

As I lay under the branches of a dying tree

My only vice is pudding made from milk and rice

These bombs for baby are dormant like me

I’ve been around and I’ve been to places

Worn each of my mysterious faces

But you, baby, you’ve got that style

Makes me want to weigh anchor and stay awhile

It takes a hundred years to build it

It takes a moment to knock it all down

My seed was good to go til I spilled it

I meant to spread it all over this town

My heart is beating

So rapidly as I cut each wire

Diffusing her bomb while breaking her popadom

These bombs for baby thrown into my fire