It's not that I'll do it, it's just that I won't
Say those two words that make me feel owned
I can't be tied down with those three syllables
It's just not me
It makes my blood go cold
Like a writer cannot keep the ink in their pen
I have a problem with promises
I just can't keep them
I'm not a liar, I'll never deny
The feelings and actions I try to keep inside
It's getting tempting now
I can see it, can taste it
Emotions I have when I know I risk regret
They're sketchy, they're bad, they're something adored
They are undesirables, yet I feen for more
For one last moment I hold it in my palm
It goes against instinct but the pain is all gone
I drop it, I flush it, I watch it swirl down
Life's meaning is found and I then screw this town
Whenever I need it and my tongue feels like lead
I walk to the fridge, grab an apple instead
Cuz this is the life, really living and breathing
No more side effects except reason and meaning
See, I kept my word, and did I promise?
No
Because promises really have nothing to show
It's all free of will, with no strings attached
It's better this way
Good morale with no catch