Conjurer

Last night, I sat at my table, pen and paper in hand
Thinking of you, turning my words into songs
But nothing comes out, nothing ever does
Which ironically shows how little I feel

She really brought the worst out of me
No excuse
She's a conjurer
Maybe I always had darkness hidden beneath
And without her magic
It was unknown to see
Conjurer
She's a conjurer
She's a conjurer
She's a conjurer

She's a horrible woman
With a horrible taste
Or am I the horrible man
With the horrible taste

What a horrible thought
Of a horrible time
Despite her great beauty
It's a horrible shame

It's a horrible shame
It's a horrible thought
I lost at the start
This battle could not be fought

A horrible woman
And a horrible man
But I'm still not sure who really was more horrible

I wasn't
No never
Ever best
With my words
To dwindle on
The times
I will always
See the worst

Stray farther from the good
And see its many faux pas
Something many understood
In the display of ingénue

Conjurer
She's a conjurer
My jezebel
Imitator

Conjurer
She's a conjurer
She's after me
I can feel her

No pointing figures
It was me all along
No excuse
We were both in the wrong

I felt like I was trapped
With my body in control
I've ran all the paths but
I've searched high and low
But trapped in weeping willow with nowhere to go

I deserve more
And she deserves best
These horrible thoughts
Can not give my mind rest

Conjurer
She's a conjurer
She's after me
I can feel her