Annie Blackman – Glass House

We can talk it out
Come over I’m just a stone’s throw
From your glass house
Or leave it in the past
Whatever you wanna do goes
I learn fast
But who’s to say that I got fucked
A games a game and luck is luck
I’m not a loser
I’m a winner in a rut
Then the line gets pretty thin between
The ego and the self esteem
If he thinks I’m duplicitous he’s right
What’s a person
What’s a body
What’s the takeaway tonight
Can’t be sure
If I’m bad and
You’re bad then
One of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
And my fault
Every other dream
You get me in a corner
Face close
Bared teeth
Not a lot to crack
The symbolism’s thin
At least I
Have that
Think of all the times that he
Insisted he would die for me
To satisfy a complex I can’t name
A bullet aimed between my eyes
A sideways slow-mo sort of dive
He couldn’t be my martyr but we tried
Oh Annie and the narrative
They told him I would write
How’d I do
If I’m bad
And you’re bad
Then one of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
So I’m told
If I’m bad
And you’re bad
Then one of us is better
Just laugh
It’s good practice
Punish me it’s funny when I’m small
So I’m told