Ace of Spades

Perhaps you'd like to say whatever it is
That's on your mind.
I stayed just ten and back then
I thought we were friends.
The cups full of wax
A wik lit to match
The one attached to the bomb
On my chest.

This has blown out of proportion
A friendship lost to contortion.
A twist of fate, a befriended spade.
Just bury your problems on me
And run away.

Maybe you'd like to relieve a little stress
That's on your mind.
I left in a hurry and blurry
Is how I recall your fury.
The rooms made of wax
A trap set to catch
A Misunderstanding
On fire.

No need to grab a bucket
**** it, It's already ash.
No need to grab a bucket,
**** it, it's in the past.

This has blown out of proportion
A friendship lost to contortion.
A twist of fate, a befriended spade.
Just bury your problems on me
And ash away.