Tip Out (Undetected)

I was ordered, I was used,

I was just a number,

she said, go ahead a get back under,

I am the sun and she's the anxious thunder.

this is not what we dreamed about.

this is not what we talked about.

I bet you knock,

your own_self out;

with your jugular-slur,

our moments became a blur,

where's my companion?

What is so lost on her?
Am I refuse?

She found refuge.