Temperature's at a fever pitch again Dishes meet tile, that's a wine stat on the wall There's a new bruise just below my chin The neighbors were considering a 911 call I tried to track her down to make amends but I thought I heard a shell loaded in a shotgun It's impossible to love and harder to be friends I can't believe I'm staying, my heart insists we're not done I'm living to a song from the Skinny Puppy songbook These grinding beats have chewed me up like a last meal Hard to be surprised by the turn the music took - but wasn't love supposed to have a ballad feel? The final bale of straw on the camel's back I'm lost in the desert about to expire from thirst The blood I've lost I'll never get back if you're not giving your best then expect the worst Temper's reached the boiling point Somebody breaks something, somebody screams I fall to the floor, my soul is out of joint No matter how you play you end up on the losing I'm living to a song from the Skinny Puppy songbook These grinding beats have chewed me up like a last meal Hard to be surprised by the turn the music took - but wasn't love supposed to have a ballad feel? ...you start out with a bad pun, and then... apologies to Pat B. as always, composed and recorded in one day for song-a-day-2019  

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Wasn't Love Supposed to Have a Ballad Feel?
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