Vibracobra

All corrupt just like you're scared and candle-lit.

I'll pretend the things that I have shared, I swear it doesn't matter what I say.

When there's something to compare it I will again

Or admit there's really nothing there, I should be clever without that.

I remember you were thanking me for something I said

To your friend, it was a compliment, my mind was in the gutter when I said it.

Then you walked away denying me the civilized air

So come on and put your cards in

Maybe on the second try you'll win