Biting Bullets
Biting the bullet,
The metal leaves a bitter taste on my tongue
I'm used to it
And though I'm used to it,
It's still so hard
The more shots I crunch,
The more my teeth crack and break
And the piercing aches don't seem to abate
Still waiting for medicine
Keep numbing me up again
Feed me aspirin
Fix me so I can move and bend
I'm used to it
And though I'm used to it,
It's still so hard
I continue to mar.
