Lyrics

Category 5

We had a stormy romance.
It was Category 5.
We kept each other prisoner,
But we both got out alive.
You lost me at “Hello”,
and I lost you in the end.
I couldn’t play the role
of your imaginary friend.

Hostile smoke and friendly fire
obscure the object of desire.
When the signal is the noise
it only saves what it destroys.
I thought I was exempt,
but who was I to judge?
You held me in contempt
with a death grip on a grudge.

No fusillade of smoking guns.
No hilt protruding from the back.
No skull and crossbones on a vial.
No evidence of an attack.
If you obey the dictum
to always blame the victim,
your alibi transcends space-time.
It’s a perpetratorless crime.

We spiraled in the vortex
of our fragile liaison.
It felt like we were spinning
in a human cyclotron
Our nuclear collision
turned fusion into fission,
and mutual antagonism
turned the crack into a schism.

And if I’m still strung out on you,
there’s nothing more that I can do.
The remedy is up to you,
and you haven’t got a clue.
There is no love lost
in a zero-sum game.
No matter what the cost,
the outcome is the same.

No fusillade of smoking guns.
No hilt protruding from the back.
No skull and crossbones on a vial.
No evidence of an attack.
If you obey the dictum
to always blame the victim,
your alibi transcends space-time.
It’s a perpetratorless crime.

Roses are rose-colored.
Violets are violet.
Our love was like the joystick
of a kamikaze pilot.
We held on to it tightly
even as we crashed and burned.
Our firestorm flared brightly
past the point of no return.

Hostile smoke and friendly fire
obscure the object of desire.
When the signal is the noise
it only saves what it destroys.
I thought I was exempt,
but who was I to judge?
You held me in contempt
with a death grip on a grudge.

No fusillade of smoking guns.
No hilt protruding from the back.
No skull and crossbones on a vial.
No evidence of an attack.
If you obey the dictum
to always blame the victim,
your alibi transcends space-time.
It’s a perpetratorless crime.