French Motel

There is no good

Shake your head at me and I’ll shake mine right back at you

Disappointment isn’t a desire of mine

Plagued with fragmented thoughts of why?

Too shameful to describe

With weary assurances I sit by

And await no reply

There is no good

(Digesting the oldest fucking trick)

Catch me if you can

Dipping in and out of disgust

(Smirk at the disadvantage, I know I did)

Try to keep up

Now let us convince

There’s no desire

There is no desire

Now let us convince

Where is your desire?

There is no good

There is no goodbye