90 Stitched Up Gladhand Smiles

hate's displayed without the means to expiate

and these bruises have been glaring out

like 3-dimensional pictures on a movie screen

these scars, i feel; showing me something that's real

but, there's sitll a sense of dillusion now

as i look at your smile

i've been looked at it before, not like this

no matter what was even right

lets just relax and tend these sores

you aim low, your senses hate me, i know

but there's something i see through your guise

go, aim low, through your eyes is a despite

don't be shy, let your discretion flow through a fist

this night might seem only between you and me

but you don't even have a name

your rage is soft and you're getting easy to tame

as i look at your smile

i've never looked at it before, not like i cared

no matter who was even right

lets just relax and maybe soothe these sores