Second Hand King
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lyrics

It’s a Straaaaaaaaaaange turn

to feel something cold

When you know it’s just bold

It’s a straaaaaaaaange turn

When love gets old

And you need to let go



He was tired, rewired from events
Cold hearted, reckless & always on the fence
His love – left him
Swallowed by just friends
I guess you could describe him right now --  as tense
Chocolates & roses, a card with a ghoul
Cursive letters – he had only written with since High School
His hair looked like he just stepped out of a pool
If you saw him on the sidewalk, you’d probably call him a fool
But he’s determined – he’s gonna win her back
Prefaced it all with “She”, that Jeff Lynne Track
Sent it to her new ipad, Said “I’ve been had”
But this time, he has a glock 9 in his new back pack – ew

 It’s a Straaaaaaaaaaange turn

to feel something cold

When you know it’s just bold

It’s a straaaaaaaaange turn

When love gets old

And you need to let go

She was different – written like a page
Out of a Serge Gainsbourg song
His heart was a slave
Her skin would glisten like diamonds
and One day, he mustered up to say
That he felt a certain way about someone
She said please tell me it all

He himself felt like Humpty Dumpty
On the wall about to fall
He tried to hint at the fact,
That she was in this room
But as soon as he said – he swelled up into his cocoon
Said it was their mutual friend Jane
He studied her face for any pain
And she said, “Well, she’d be so lucky”
Then she turned away

It’s a Straaaaaaaaaaange turn

to feel something cold

When you know it’s just bold

It’s a straaaaaaaaange turn

When love gets old

And you need to let go

Knock, knock – he’s nervous sweating bullets
The Tony Montana of Perspiration, about to pull it …
She walks to the door with a gown in décor
Astounds and just lures, His bloody heart into the floor
He knows it for sure, his love, is so pure
She studies his wild eyes, dismayed by his valor
He says “I must say … It must be said”
You’re eyes open me up, and then drop me red
And when the stars hit the sky, I know I’ll be dead
If I don’t get to spend eternity in your bed …
Her mouth drops, a glimmer of light hits her eyes
She says, “I’ve meant to say this to you a hundred times”
That I feel it, without a lie, the thunder in the sky
Comes crashing down when your around, I don’t know why
It took us all this time … but then she starts to cry
With the scars of her hearts written in each sigh …
He holds her hand, for the first time, it feels rough
He thinks to himself – crazy how to me this is enough …
She looks at him, studies his eyes then his hands …
says I was born a man, but truly a woman I am …



His heart stopped.

He felt everything he could …

Then suddenly, his brain & his heart began a feud …

See, the moral of the story – isn’t love is surface

Or love has purpose

You see love is worthless with expectation …

Lucky, he had none.

He grabbed her head and kissed

Said I know you are the one.

Now what, is he gay?

Is he straight?Is he bi?

Why the fuck do we need so many labels just to try

To understand ourselves

Or someone else

The truth is right in front, not on a shelf

Love is love and hate is hate.

you can never really know.