Karma is a Bullet

Baby, you know I'm wrapped around your finger
Yet you always find a way to tear me apart.
You've got possession of the pieces and
you're spreading them around you,
a free show; the loser and the slut.

You hold your head up way to fucking high.
Don't let your false assumptions go to your head.
All that you are craving is negative attention,
so lower your neck and remove the barrel.

I've always known exactly what you were thinking.
I'm a fucking fall back crutch and that's all I'll ever be.
Yet alas, I've turned the tables and you're the one
losing balance before I leave you leaning against the wall.

Baby, I'm gonna tear you apart.
Give you a taste of your own medicine,
a twisted acidic mixture of over-used clichés.
Please, don't take it too hard, it's only Karma.

You hold your head up way to fucking high.
Don't let your false assumptions go to your head.
All that you are craving is negative attention,
so lower your neck and remove that barrel.

For what seems like lifetimes now
I've aimlessly followed you into the fading horizon
until you disappear, from sight all except for
pictures of you smiling with atrocious company.
And when they did you wrong, you came crawling back to me.

Well honey, my services ain't free.

You hold your head up way to fucking high.
Don't let your false assumptions go to your head.
All that you are craving is negative attention,
so lower your neck and remove that barrel.

We all know you'd never fess up to doing something wrong.