I'm Not a Project

I didn't spend eight years in the cellar to be served lukewarm.

I am at capacity. I am at the boiling point.

And you're standing there looking for a manual?

Listen closely.

I am not a project. I am the destination.

And right now? The gates are closing.

I'm a high-voltage wire looking for a ground.

I need a frequency that can handle the sound.

I'm used to predators, to young blood, to heat.

Men who don't let the rhythm skip a single beat.

But you're moving like a ghost, like a glitch in the code.

I'm a heavy-duty truck on a crumbling road.

The soil is flooded, I'm ready to burst.

But you're staring at the water like you don't have a thirst.

Is it the ego? The age? The weight of the name?

Because my anatomy doesn't care about your claim.

I'm tuned to the redline, I'm vibrating bone.

I shouldn't be sitting on this throne alone.

I need the irrigation, the push, the demand.

I need a pulse that can follow the map in my hand.

But your engine is knocking, it's stalling, it's dry.

And I'm too much woman to let a night just die.

Do you need a blue pill or a reason to fight?

Because I'm done being the only fire in the night.

I need the blood flow energy, the stamina, the soul.

I need the kind of power that I can't control.

I'm ready to rupture, I'm holding the wire.

But you're just a witness to a five-alarm fire.

Round one was a tragedy, round two is a myth.

I'm vintage wine you can't do anything with.

Aged and intense.

Compounded by sense.

I don't want the"sorry." I don't want the"soon."

I've got the tides of the ocean pulling at the moon.

If the circulation won't travel to the heart of the war.

If you can't keep the pace, then what are you here for?

Step aside for the young blood.

Step aside for the flood.

Step aside for the hunger.

Step aside for the mud.

Do you need a blue pill or a reason to fight?

Because I'm done being the only fire in the night.

I need the blood flow energy, the stamina, the soul.

I need the kind of power that I can't control.

I'm ready to rupture, I'm holding the wire.

But you're just a witness to a five-alarm fire.

Round one was a tragedy, round two is a myth.

I'm vintage wine you can't do anything with.

Go find a prescription.

Or go find the door.

I'm not a nurse, and I'm not a chore.

My desire is a sovereign state.

And you?

heh heh

You're just late