Page 50 of Declan

My patience finally paid off, and I was there when you needed someone who cared

Offering up everything

While counting on your lack of understanding just to get my foot in the door.

You’ve heard all the rumors, you’ve even accused me of a few—

I’m a rake, a wretch, a self-obsessed bastard incapable of loving anyone but himself

I’m here for a good time not for a long time

Chew ’em up, spit ’em out, throw ’em to the weeds

Love ’em and leave ’em unrepentant scoundrel of a man

I’m not here to argue the historical accuracy of my existence

But make no mistake when I saw that smile my heart stopped in my chest

I broke out into a sweat, my soul attempted to leave my body

And my sanity is still attached by a thread

I knew I was gonna have my work cut out for me

Patience not being my virtue, but I knew it would be worth it

And so you changed the very trajectory of my existence

He looks over his shoulder at his drummer, who I’m sure is eating up this entire scene, and the beat picks up as does his cadence as he croons.

Even when we sat on the couch singing Leather and Lace,

your eyes were full of scorn and you had a terrible grimace upon your face.

But I was not dissuaded, no, I wasn’t deterred at all.

I knew someday, somehow, somewhere with enough wherewithal.

You’d come willingly, yes, you’d meet me along the way.

You’d be my saving grace and I’d be your—

He stops abruptly, then goes up an octave as he breathes the next word.

Psychopath

A laugh escapes me at the bad joke, and then a light comes on, temporarily blinding me, and I blink a few times before I see his eyes are on me.

If you changed your mind, if you were to ever leave me

I’d likely become enraged and put you in this cage

For no other reason than to continuously engage

Your voice, your laugh, your softly uttered curses

I wouldn’t even fucking care as long as I am immersed by you

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