Your hold on me is inescapable

A ribcage from the outside in

Pinning me to your chest

Like the honorary badge you wear so proudly

I thought I would feel safe here

Like some stockholm syndrome

But you’re choking me

While claiming to give breath

Your limbs are like oak trees

As we ride through the city

It’s nighttime, our shades on

Masks to hide your smile

You got the windows tinted

Like a statement

As we roar up to the scene

Of a house that leans

Off the hill with the mean view

Someone’s looting every room

We play getaway car

As they hop in the boot

I hate loving you

But I love your money

I don’t feel physically safe

But I got financial security

Until the boys in blue pull up