monitoring all your connections
watching every ring of your door
watch you answer the telephone
wonder who you’re talking to
shadow the sunken curb
across your street
you once were mine
and so are the kids
never let go
although i’ve moved on
got a girl in Chicago
busting the door to get you
in my black circles once more
talked to the police
they say you signed a complaint
that boy you runnin with
he carries such a taint
he ain’t me
slapped our daughter
surely there’s some remorse
you know officer she provoked it
of course she did of course
when i talk to them they listen
i’m pressing charges against your boy
aggravated battery with intent to kill
they have to take note of the wounds
i’ve inflicted upon myself
put that boy where he belongs an iron cell
although i’d prefer a six feet under shelf in hell
i’m all about control
you cannot change my past
i’ll be your darkest devotee
as long as i last
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