Napoleon

True love's a big pain
I look at you and laugh
at your martial domesticity
Guns answer the phone
but I never learn
Your sloppy relationship waggles off, suburban and banal
When I look at you I get harder

You lower the will into a pile of drugs
If it'd smash him I'd live it
but instead a stuck radius
that drivels towards you
whom I love and swap
your blue face flags,
the neat dawn makes me sick as it coats you
like a net. Property tells me to fuck off
so I lose Austria. Go and kiss her
level. The head blows in its socket