Laid back in a downward slope like a crop circle
I never lay around bored with a rope
I’m a warped piece of patterned grass pressed out of grains of hope
I’m an open book
but a hard read
you open me up but take my sanity. The energy I clutch you look at me like a novelty, but life is an emotional feeling
we come into it literally kicking and screaming
I’m twisting your sidewalk where it ends
You’re so cut off from reality
Afraid to change so nothing begins
but a fallacy
BUT hey ignoring shit smells blissfully like our ancestors dust still falling reluctantly becoming victims of the broken wind
Fuck it
I quit
Either my shoulders are getting smaller or they’re holding too many chips
Breathe in a little deeper
Like I told ya’
I’m just trying to listen while I ya’ what we could’ve been
my hands are sore…
from popping thought balloons
in patterned rhythms dripping glued graffiti
step on me…
now I’m stuck on you
And they say Love the one you’re with…
But I fell in love with a wicked skeleton
Never met someone who plays games with my head as much as this
We’re boxing with oven mitts
Guess I’m just a glutton for punishment
Nobody’s ever accused me of being nothing but nuts
We’re all chasing something we won’t admit owns us
This emotional shipwrecks into us like rollercoasters broken windows hold you up by four corners now slit your past with mine against bladed shoulders
Watch it race bloody lessons across our faces of corruption Time is the true religion
Giving and taking hope
I’ve always seen it
As it leaves me
And yeah it’s life and she’s still that bitch, but she’s worth living for if you can stand it
We just need to give a shit and treat her more
We hold her to a higher standard in this relationship so for granted is what we’re really taking her for
Balanced debt
We pay for everything with life
No regrets…
Because it could be worse
I don’t even remember how I thought to start to think about thinking of this
Just figuring out this thought process
Line by line
So I talk about it in an optic scheme of rhyme
Scenic crimes triggering streams of write my filters clogged so I’m cleaning out
Imagine having the world by the balls
But we’re stepping all over them
Someone’s always sabotaging love suicide in vested I cross your wires when we hug
I’m pulling pins and needles to test ya’
These hand grenades and guns are always going off
Blowing up my circles of trust
Always end up
Back to us
But I don’t take it personally
It’s relative to me I’m a broken lens focused on you sitting next to me it feels like home with ya’
A potential lost prison
Man on a nuclear mission God is perfect
Until you get to know him
Then he shows ya’
There’s no such thing as perfect intuition
Eternal punishments fit no temporary crimes
Contradictions of free will
You think you have it until you find yourself dealing with other’s havoc
Cut from the same cloth
We aren’t even born into
The same religion
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