Clowns from Homonyms by John

I was liking my time with you.
I was into all the sexy shit we’d get into.
Baby I can’t believe how much I trusted you,
doing things I swore I’d never do.
And even without the buzz, what we had felt older than it was.

I never even thought we’d even come this far.
I thought just one night was all we are.
But we stood the test of lust outside of the bar,
watching the sun rise from the graveyard.
But you fucked it up, and now your name is mud.

You give em inch and they run a mile.
We both know you were never my style to begin with.
You took my hand and danced to Cathy’s Clown.
It’s got me wondering - who is the clown now?

Are you laughing? Am I clown?
Or, should I be laughing at you little clown?

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