“That’s Not An Off-Beat Drummer, That’s Just My Heart”

My syncopated heartbeat beats my arteries
As I yell synergized and meaningless flatteries
I get fatter and she is splattered and whatever
Whenever we are ever so clever (what we say doesn't matter)
She choked as she spoke the flimsy excuses
That revoked my vision with risky abuses
As she reuses personal accomplishments of her own devising
With truces that are only disguising the nooses in her closet that
Break necks as she tries to run breakneck speeds
She's freaking out and screwing up with practiced ease
I see and have the urge to leave
But she's happy with my response to "Are you crazy for me?"
Because her need for monotony creates a false safe
But all it really does is spur a need for me to leave
The sound of my shoes are percussive as I'm walking away
The stagger blends in with the syncopation of my heartbeat