Where the Pitiful Reside

Forge, forget but not forgive That's more than meets the eye for an eye and I Reply with my fingers crossed And rely on the bitter end Fists in the air, It lacks finesse A heavy scent that I've come to own Unable to mend, or cry And to transcend the bittersweet I'm a mayfly growing old Yet a statue, dry to wet You won't hear me testify Where the pitiful reside It's your choice and mine to criticize Go ahead, nevermind the carcasses Can't be tamed or controlled You're a liar and a thief Resentment like a thousand wet chains It wraps around my head, a vice so strained A flicker remains somehow And it's painted on a tinted lens Count me out Empty my purse The camera's eye is a pugilist A middle finger in the air behind closed windows Count me out Empty my purse The camera's eye is a pugilist A middle finger in the air behind closed windows