Woodwork

Woodwork
My Roman numeral came
As one and I are both the same
She curves just like the wick
Of a burning candle's dancing flame
These vultures were in love
Always circling high above
Picked each other apart
Hungry for the other's heart
Real fun, let's all underachieve

Failed to dispel the myth
Every time is always ending with
The sharp end of a star
Stabbing me right through my heart
She's gone and I'm beyond
A color scheme of loneliness
Now my Roman numeral is lost
As one and I are now divorced
Your wishes are my command
Real fun, let's all underachieve
Crawling out of rotted woodwork
It stings to breathe when I
Don't even know what to do with myself
Real fun, let's all underachieve