a Knight In Tinfoil

With his lyrics of limerence causing high dissonance falling to the floor  The words of love a hollow shell of what hes really in it for  All lust no love a false clichéd connection is born  A noble knight in shining armour comes galloping in upon a horse  Who stops to pose then gift a rose because you know...hes the sensitive sort  He goes to grab and save all with an ease as if hes done this all before But when he goes to grip he slips and tumbling down he starts to fall  Feeling like a fool, fury rises and the damsel in distress feels the eyeful scorn  Blaming her for not trying and being usless and weak, none of it his fault at all  And when he couldn't get his kiss he claimed the damsel a dirty whore  Beware of knights in shining armour, and of hollow words that fall  ¹