Planning A Prison Break

Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby

So he'll call on interim inequities

This is the last night in my body;

Assist in the escape

Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby

So he'll fly like only a jailbird could

Like a felon, he fell into scandals,

Scams, and master plans

To circumvent all circumstances

He thought to his throat,

"We can swallow this key and leave when we please"

Let's hope this stomach disagrees.

"Make a clean getaway," he said,

With his hands outstretched

To nurse her neck

She lured him in with a masochistic kiss

And he wished he could be anywhere but here

(Arm in arm we walk outside so that all we've done was not in vain.)

Somehow, for now, this skin will have to do.

This is the last night in my body.