babushka_1-tcall me anything you like or don’t call me at all
you’re cold when I’m hot and hot when I’m cold
many years past you asked that I leave
go away you said this isn’t your continent you do not belong here this is not your country

your jaw was too narrow to carry your eyes
I could see in between your bones and feel your lies
you sent me metaphorically packing
because of that I stayed
though you were right in a way, I did not belong
call me anything you like or don’t call me at all
you’re cold when I’m hot and hot when I’m cold
sometimes when someone threatens you
you say, okay then, bring it on
and you watch yourself fall down the rabbit hole
next time I’m challenged to a duel, I may hang up my sword
catch the next bus out-of-town
proving ourselves in battle, rarely avoids scars
call me anything you like or don’t call me at all
you’re cold when I’m hot and hot when I’m cold
what makes one person give another everything?
even when they know they will never receive an ounce in return?
do we loathe ourselves that much?
call me anything you like or don’t call me at all
you’re cold when I’m hot and hot when I’m cold
I’m done, breaking my heart over people
least of all you
you who broke me and didn’t even know you did
how absurd we are who give everything
to an empty hanger in an empty wardrobe in an empty chest within our empty arms
call me anything you like or don’t call me at all
you’re cold when I’m hot and hot when I’m cold
and I’m out of here with freedom from your scorn