The Haunted

How precise. I see that you finally caught on.
I am a inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
I plead guilty, now that it's all out war.
Let's make it clear, you were never
more than a lousy score.
We miss out by default
I'm not even trying that hard.
Outside, let's see you carry your own.
This is no surprise.
It's not that I never told you,
we both know I did.
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you
lay like bait,
from here to anywhere but you.
(Or where you stand.)
Did you really thing I'd make
a change yo suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.