The Girl
Contemplating
the exterior of anger
i hold upon my face
running around with you
i may like the chase
and.... if my dreams turned boring
it may be cause you went away
those... times when we were young
drunk and high
in alleyways
those finer moments
like a sonnet
poetry class
those bitches were my opponents
but you were there
sitting pretty
yea you deserve it
if allday gave a thousand diamonds
id give you less than silence
call the cops
hear the sirens
if they are coming for me
id stop them with Zeus’ trident
i know you’re tired
tired
of all the lies
they say honesty is the best policy
all supplied
with advice
to get you to follow me
making you laugh with my comedy
uncommonly
divided
i know you’re right minded
always lookin at the positive
but im stuck in a whirl wind
suicided confided
and i really know that youre feeling some pain
always looking at those pictures in the frames
(2014)
