This paper holds my messy ink, and damn straight
it bleeds, it's got the right by every means
It's the most solid thing I've ever fucking seen.
Trust and believe me when I say
It's beautiful,
It's a damn shame that I waited so long
To taste my dreams.
I kept being dragged down by a sack
That needs constant
Reassurance
Sucking up all of the time
And the energy
And the attention every damn day
And the fucking chase to lose myself
To find what was always missing
Between sheets of written notes,
Under the stairs and behind the coats
Telling tales of that unconditional—
The bullshit flows
The type that makes your legs shake
And your heart ache all in the same
Both
It hurts that heart of yours,
Lose sync with your essence,
And your being becomes your ways.
Patterns on and on we go,
Too stupid to ever let go,
Too dumb to be stuck in shit
And too broke to go
Remain frozen like it's chosen
We know this
And if my clothes don't, my grammar will show it.