Feel Ironic

I have a proposition for you, take it off, take it all off and I will follow suit. Bled right through our armour, chocolate coated and understated. Can we never step on those clouds again? Cut right through our disgust. I’m better but drowning, my face is blue and ironic. Show me the dead, their eyes, their lifeless eyes and don’t look too lost, just take off your bullets for new courage. Break right through the sugar high, it’s way too much. Accept, accept the good. Romances fade, as do yesterdays. With adrenaline pumping it will all make little sense, in my defence retrospectively I’m ahead of the times. Leave my veins with your head held high and trust no one.