Not Navy Cut (2009)

I almost had made myself belief that I have lost the penchant for writing. But here I am again (hurrah?). I wrote this song today – in 2009 and not a decade back. The song is encrypted. The title is funny. The song is not.

Not Navy Cut

I will go for a ride to my abode
And I will drive all night into our darkness
I will yap till its broad daylight
And then I will sleep while you are left staring at the sun

It’s six in the evening and the sky is shining bright
With silver in my heart and night by my side
I will shop for my heart and I think I will find
A joy ride on the way of our genocide

If you can’t fathom why this isn’t the time
For us to plan our tomorrow
Then I will speak to you at nine when I kick-start my ride
And steam roll over the past when just you were mine

As I step aboard and I open my new eyes
Far away from your smoke I see an ideal man
Who will be the first my parents know
Who won’t disgust to lick my hole
Who will open up what you believed might
Have been god’s gift to your life

And in case that flips you outta your mind,
Think on your feet and you will know
That the one who runs to win this joy ride
Is the one who ties his laces right