Charlize Theron (Death of a Diplomat)

Backspace on the doubtful dirge, I know I'm in the middle of it

This narrative my pen has purged is the drowning in the riddle of it

You took our surety for hate, so dogged in your doubt

Suffered wolves in your embrace I spent years keeping out

I'm not disappointed, I'm disturbed

If you knew what I know, any less is worse

Should I be diplomatic in a hearse?

Fall into the siren's charms, her ocean has no bottom of it

Find your summer in her arms, but never see the autumn of it

Death can be a teacher when it shows us how it ends

Say I'm such a preacher, but I think I'm just your friend

Fearmonger at his mother's grave

Say to weep for you is no way to behave

As if there's no stakes and no need to be saved

Well, I met Charlize Theron at a house in Malibu

She told me I'm awesome, then I left there with the truth

That I was an attendant and if ever I'd attend

I would still be unrepentant, buying time until the end

Furthermore, I gave back that name

When you went by it, I couldn't do the same

I was slow to make an enemy of shame

And we'll say the mansions missed it when He came

So can this be my resume, not trying to impress you with it

I just can't be your happy face, or care if I distress you with it

You hide your darkness with your pain 'til both are all you've got

Well, there are times we can't move on

And times we can't afford to not

Your trauma never was a special curse

If it nulled that serpent bruise, you'd be the first

Would you trade your perseverance for a purse?