Mocker from Fort Knox by the BGP

I was born with a kick drum,
Strapped inside of my chest;
To protect me from heartache,
Like a bulletproof vest.

Like a tin man I was searching for relief,
When your face did catch my eye;
Now this kick drum in my chest is skipping beats;
And I feel so foolish, I guess that's why...

Love, Love is a mocker,
Mock me again;
And if I'm moving forward,
I'm not looking back,
Not afraid,
Start me up,
And mock me again...

I was born with no laces,
Strapped inside of my shoes;
Now I discover the tangles,
With each step I choose.

I'm a king and I'm a beggar on the street,
I'm the heart that someone broke;
I'm a punchline that's been playing on repeat,
And if it makes you smile, I'll be your joke...

Love, Love is a mocker,
Mock me again;
And if I'm moving forward,
I'm not looking back,
Not afraid,
Start me up,
And mock me again...

Love, Love is a mocker,
Mock me again;
And if I'm moving forward,
I'm not looking back,
Not afraid,
Start me up,
And mock me again...

• Blue-Eyed Soul
• Mocker
• Pop
• indie
• the BGP
• Tacoma