Cathartes Aura (Vulture)

Eyes locked Beak sharpened Waiting for your dying breath so she can pick the carcass Led you to the desert under false pretenses You lower your defenses now you're trying to stay conscious You flash back to a simpler age You met a girl who in your book was on a similar page From everything you saw, she was a little goodie two kicks You'd hoped she'd infuse some notes into your music With affection and public displays Conversations for days You hang up first you hang up first oh girl you crazy! You never knew a love like this was so amazing Then a homie pulled you aside and said she used to be his plaything Straight poison, she's bad news homie Ask the boys and they'll tell you that it's true homie Everybody knows that she gets around Her promiscuous behavior is the talk of the town Her friends are now your friends and now your friends are on the back burner You got the girl but took your social life committed mass murder She's always hanging out with other dudes but you're Not the type that wants to come across jealous or insecure You sent her away with some of your hard earned cash You got a bad feeling in your gut but maybe it's heartburn, gas Or indigestion Why would you even question her motives She's never done anything to make you think she wasn't devoted You get a text from her, "You rocked my world last night" The only issue is you didn't see your girl last night When you see her again you have a knockdown drag-out fight Through crocodile tears she says she'll make everything alright She flashes a smile and then she flashes some more And then her clothes end up in a pile on your living room floor She masterly circumvented all of your trust issues All was forgiven once you gave in to your lust issues She's getting all your time all your attention all your paychecks Cause your a slave to sex You jumped into an ocean of love And now you're crawling through a desert of despair while she circles above (Vulture calls) Internally you want to curse her for the sin you're in But then she kisses you and man she tastes like cinnamon She says she misses you and man shes sounding genuine But where the heck's that cinnamon when she's out with other gentlemen? You know what you got is wrong so why are you defending it? It's gone on way too long so why are you extending it? Cause anytime you try to make any attempt at ending it She ends up getting teary-eyed and you end up getting intimate It's all her fault right? That's your attitude It sounds familiar, you sound just like that Adam dude Your inability to accept responsibility is killing me, so stop with all the moral platitudes Before her you had an issue with porn So detrimental that at times it made you wish you weren't born You struggle with depression, tired and drained Unaware the porn you're watching has rewired your brain You don't search with your heart, instead you're searching for parts When you met Little Miss So & So you added her to your cart You tried to pretend that you didn't know her reputation But you knew it and embraced it as an open invitation Planted your flag, and staked your claim Even though when you were getting down she often said the wrong name That could all be overlooked as long as you could look her over Cause her body was intoxicating and you were never sober Kept her around so you could keep yourself addicted And acted like you were the one that was being afflicted Keep playing the victim but I can say with all certainty That she was the one in the desert and you were the one above circling Vulture