Like a Bull

You sit back on the knife as I lean into the punch

Aren’t we a bunch

I wake up every morning the feeling of being ashamed

I don’t want my name

I’ll spend July feeling my strings being pulled

Laying down as the train speeds at me like a bull

To you

I walk up twenty first street

Haven’t had enough to eat I guess I’m shit at being alone

I keep looking over my shoulder

Trying to see if I’ve got older but I’ve turned myself around

You spend July with your

Fingers curled

Twisting out to make me likeable

To you

To you

To you

To you