A kiss in a letter
A spot on a map
An unknown identity
Enormous credibility gap
Our story a novel
A roman a clef
A neverending love of puns and wordplay
Who is who
When all meaning is at bay
And I know your style now
And you know what they say
What goes around
Will come your way...
I am the X now
You are the next now
To be a text that I will easily break down
Your baby was lowbrow
Look what you've done now
You can't cross out your mistakes with an X.
Two slanting crosses
On your x-ray eyes
My faults are multiplied
No suspense and no surprise
And your love was pleasure but I wanted bliss
It is an open ending I always miss
Not a firm,
Unfit for minors kiss.
And I know your style now
And you know what they say
What goes around
Will come your way...
I am the X now
You are the next now
To be a text that I will easily break down
Your baby was lowbrow
Look what you've done now
You can't cross out your mistakes with an X.
The good old X
The good old text
Every story is already perplexed.