I mean simping,
I mean, simply speaking,
Beaches,
Bitch,
I mean, my heart is beating, bleeding,
Clench your fist,
& wring it out,
I mean, wipe your mouth,
You see, some other jugular worthy of rubbing you wrong ways,
If wine be the blood,
& rye be the flesh,
& since I’m a mess,
Like right made a left,
It’s probably best,
To rest me in stone,
& pray I don’t roll,
& pray that I find you a home in the pit of this hole,
I mean,
Somewhere you can lay your head,
Pray that I’ll love you instead,
Lay you in bed,
Siphon the sore from your legs,
Offer you more than a portion of dread,
Forty acres & a mule,
I got no use,
I mean,
I don’t think I’m used to being the one that gets choosed,
In reaction I end up acting like a loose,
Cannonball,
Watch me fall,
Splash, soaking walls,
Suction of space swept me up,
Crash, hard-head, got cracks in my skull,
Damn I feel numb,
I feel chewed up,
Gotta maneuver,
Days lookin bluer but I could give two fucks,
Gimme some new cuts,
I’m sharp, yeah I knew the strut,
Destruct-touch, tuck tail,
Hell waits,
Avail saint,
A hand is offered,
I’m on my way up.
Landed in fucking Dulles,
What about our endless summer?
Tears don’t fall for thunder,
At least we got each other,