5/10

I'm five out of ten of the traits you list.
You ask for that and I give you this.
Draw your hands into two small fists.
Bruise my lips with an angry kiss.

I'm slipping, sliding, sinking low and subsiding.

I'll change my ways someday, I'm trying.

Grip my chin and tell me I'm lying.

Spill your tears and tell me you're dying.

I'm the guy who looks good on paper.

Before the small print you have to read later.

Don't scream in riddles, I'll need a translator.

I'm young love's illustrious traitor.

I'm five out of ten of the things you list.
I'm all of the things you hate to miss.
I want truth, you want bliss.
Bruise my lips with an angry kiss.

I'm crashing, falling, on both knees and crawling.

Foot on the gas, handbrake on, I'm stalling.

I close my eyes and still hear you calling.

I'll break your heart again, I'm appalling.

You hate to love, love to hate.

You can't save me now, you were always too late.

I can't transform, you've made a mistake.

There's far too much on my shattered plate.

I'm five out of ten of the things you list.
I don't give a shit, I take the piss.
I'll drag you down into my abyss.
Leave my lips with an angry kiss.