You can wish on it
But I don’t owe
I’m not something you can control
You can’t fill a honey park with black ink
Set fire to your ghost
Compromised the soul when you sent it to stalk me
You should’ve sent your soldiers to get to know me
You’ve mistaken my studies for uncertainties
You underestimated me
You should’ve trusted me
You should’ve listened to me
You can wish on it
No I don’t owe you a single thing
From the stained painting to your dreams of a wedding ring
Bet your life on the batch works,
In fists we do not trust
I don’t owe you anything
Not the soft tissue of my eyes nor the dreams that purpose mine
Relish your rotting residue and ruin
What you find is only mine
I get that attention you crave,
You should sleep on it
I got the skills from the cave,
You should work on it
I’ve got the bounce back from the ricochet,
Fix your aim, (you should) fix your aim
I know you wish on it
But I don’t owe
I know it bothers you, I’m out of your control
You can’t pour pirhana etch into pears
I’ve set fire to your shadow
You compromised your soul when you sent it to stalk me
You should’ve sent your soldiers to get to know me
You’ve mistaken my studies for uncertainties
You underestimated me
You should’ve trusted me
You should’ve listened to me
You can wish on it
I get that attention you crave,
You should sleep on it
I got the skills from the cave,
You should work on it
I’ve got the bounce back from the ricochet,
Fix your aim.
Leo Grey 