Scorpion Punk

Can you not try to awaken my passion by instilling jealousy, for once?

What happens when you bring it out of me?

You get the reaction you want?

Why do you even give a f**k about what I feel or have yet to feel?

I thought when we met initially, we’d focus on what’s real

You want me pacing, walking ‘round in circles, going crazy in my head

Turn a dead bedroom into a Dungeon, bring your anger here instead

Stop metaphorically handcuffing me to your approval

You know the Scorpio in me will always find renewal

You’ve got b*****s stalking me, and me stalking b*****s

You’ve got people throwing jabs, and me looking for inches.. elsewhere

I never thought I’d minimize you down to being dick

But that’s what happens when you turn things around by trying to make me tick