Microphone
When you held my hand that night
And said, "Don't you worry"
I thought I was the chosen one
But you led me to the field
And you kissed me so fast
I couldn't find my legs to run
And the smell of your cheap cologne
Started to churn my stomach
When I said no a thousand times
You were a pirate in the night
You took something that was mine
How do you live your life
Thinking this is alright?
And if you come to my show
I think you should know, I'm gonna call you out
For the rest of my life
You are smeared on my mind
But I've got a microphone
My body went cold, I had to look away
I was frozen in time
I felt a tear fall from my face
And I hoped someone would come and save me
And I'd ride away forever
Never to remember
You were a pirate in the night
You took something that was mine
How do you live your life
Thinking this is alright?
And if it happened to me now
I would bash your head in
I would scream at the top of my lungs
I'd go get all of my friends
And if you come to my show
I think you should know, I'm gonna call you out
For the rest of my life
You are smeared on my mind
But I've got a microphone
And if you come to my show
I think you should know, I'm gonna call you out
For the rest of my life
You are smeared on my mind
But I've got a microphone
Yeah, I've got a microphone
Writer/s: Kinley Margaret Dowling
