Bacchae Losing War
We fought a losing war
Stuck between some folds of skin
I dreamt I kissed someone
And you could barely handle it
I'm not someone who walks;
I said I rode a horse, of course
I say I ride alone
To satisfy your jealous thirst
We
Fought
A
War
No-no-no-no
You always say
No-no-no-no
I look away
Wind whipping back and forth
All around my shirt and shoes;
Lost on your rotting porch
I take a sip and chip a tooth
One breath of ecstasy
Floating in a night of pain;
That is what your love is like
A wicked night of suffering
We
Fought
A
War
No-no-no-no
You always say
No-no-no-no
I look away