Ill Lit - breathless

there were vultures
and i know you think i’m kidding. it takes a constant sunshine
to have you singing in the rain.
over every honest airwave, only
hours in all directions, heading for the coast your hope remains.
and up till now, you’ve been breathless
you choose your weapons.

you’re so forgetful, so restrained.

leaving them guessing as a lesson
to pay attention to what you say
you seem so, you’re so sure.
you’re so sure that you’re concerned with our affairs
and all our meddling.

you act as though you’d handle things
in any other way.

it feels so good to hate the wicked,
while you’re looking for the difference

i sure would love to touch you
with the time i love to waste.
and up till now, you’ve been breathless
you choose your weapons. you’re so forgetful, so restrained.

leaving them guessing as a lesson
to pay attention to what you say.