Self Absorbed

Endless ammunition
Stings to my temple
Water pouring in
Bullets never backfire

Wretched rhymes
Flying off their tongues
They've got to be everything to every one
Well don't count our my vote

Oversleeping
Known for that identical face
Head held high
As they slam necks and dreams down the middle

There's plenty of ice cold water in the bucket
Up for grabs in the open
But I'll leave it alone
Two wrongs are far from right

That flame will surely die
No one can run forever
Muscles ache
You'll find yourself on your knees

Don't bother asking why
Running right through the tripwire

Destiny finished this face
Slow and steady