Baby Shame
by Ray Frost
Baby, you’re driving me down,
There’s a tunnel swallowing me,
The night’s my only light,
And windows show me
What it is to be free.
Baby, you’re my suffocation,
Breathing air from my lungs,
Singing the words I speak,
Shooting toothy grins
From my trusty golden guns.
Baby, you’re making me drown,
Pouring liquor down my throat,
Rattling pills in my gut,
Watch my eyes swirl
Drifting past as you float.
Baby, you’re my innocent drug,
Pretend that I’m not addicted,
The needles in my skin
Are the only signs you leave
That show how I’m afflicted.
Baby, you’re my constant reminder,
Becoming the one I might have been,
Loop blurry memories,
Repeating lost images
Of the things I might have seen.
Baby, you’re my beloved disease,
The residual pain I always need,
Can’t get enough of you,
You get my heart pumping
But you have to make it bleed.
Baby, you’re my lazy motivation
Telling me to get my ass in gear,
Pinning me to the floor,
But pushing me to the door
You give me a strength I fear.
Baby, you’re the reason I wonder
And why I won’t get off the ground
Pulling open my eyes
To tangled thoughts
Proving just one thing,
To this blinding love I’m bound.
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