my favorite color.
You better let yourself out,
because I let yourself in.
And it's only hospitable,
to finish what I begin.
And you only wage winning battles.
But I wager what you fight.
This war has just begun.
Will your lies last the night?
Sometimes I forget what I look like.
I stare at that mirror for so long.
Slowly my image exchanges,
to something I see as so flawed.
This is the Roman Empire,
this is the Greek's western coast.
This is the President's theater.
The capital that costs most.
because I let yourself in.
And it's only hospitable,
to finish what I begin.
And you only wage winning battles.
But I wager what you fight.
This war has just begun.
Will your lies last the night?
Sometimes I forget what I look like.
I stare at that mirror for so long.
Slowly my image exchanges,
to something I see as so flawed.
This is the Roman Empire,
this is the Greek's western coast.
This is the President's theater.
The capital that costs most.
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