Ricochet

it was beautiful
not like you
but maybe your mother
would understand

and you changed it.
I lost it somewhere
between stolen
puffs on your cigarette

make up a new name
just the sort so you
never stay  the same
like the zombies
make you their king

and it's hurting like you
never thought it would hurt
when you're firing a gun
the bullets always ricochet

I guess you didn't know
not to cut your hair
we're all watching the weight
of the world you can't seem to bare

I'm not out to get or kill you
not yet, but eventually they'll
come and take more than your car away.