Cause you get me up high
Imma put on airs
Cause the AC just gets me cold
I dont want you to be cold
But just be cold, i hate signals
Cause now i am picking petals
To break my walls
Or hit the pedals
Cause you know you got me under

Ruined weekends
Here we go
Thinking of you
Here we go
I love weekdays
to let this go
Thinking of you
R.I.P tomorrow

R.I.P my tomorrow
How was i to know
That your touch caught me
As weeping willow
Under the pilows

Now the petals,
I'm picking
Between the pedals i'm hitting
Or the brake 'cause you've gone go far

You blurred me with your visions
As if this never happened
And it always ends the same
With my ruined weekends

But with you i think it's fine
I've been through this all the time
People come and go
You're very welcome
There you go

Oh by the Lord of heaven
How dare they seek mercy in the form of legitimacy
Such benign intricacy only whom blinded can see

Oh by the Lord of all wolrds
How can such posteriori be faced with our bare hands
When weapons siege control over so many lands
Albeit we stand hand in hand in hand in hand

Oh by the Lord that forgives and likes to forgive
How can we bestow ourself a devastating blow,
arrow and crossbow with our cut up elbow
The rain of bloods leaving trails of solemnly oath,
broken by the reign which gives the oligarchs some sprouts

This world is ruled by the vilest men, the most violent and decadent stance of moral and just.
Led by dishonored taste of lust
And we are just their fragrance and musk
Waiting to be sprayed from the guts to the guts by the guts
A democracy of a hidden monarch

It has come to this
When your soul travels like breeze
Despite your body freezes
And thus, no toast; no cheers

Like it or not
From your lung through your throat
Finding meanings on a life boat
It has come this, something foretold

That your true ending comes in a coffin
After tons of intake of daily caffeine
It has come this and everyone says ameen
Leave you behind only the wailings

Not the true feelings
It has come to this
Desperate for wordly bliss
Now we want the heaven's kiss

I feel like the "never" is getting closer
As i take my feet off of my bed
The cieling feels shorter than before
I am getting older
Responsibilities cave in like a boulder
And the weights on my shoulder feels heavier and heavier
I thought i will "never" age
I thought i was free from that cage
Turns out I'm no different than the rest
I need to take it better
As many as the counted birthday cakes
That number multiplies in every step i take

I've traveled all known distances
Feels instantaneous
But for this extend, a well known ground discerns aberrant

Undergoing something deviant
I notice alterations grow significant
Anchoring me to a notable adherence
Something about appearance

Or the stregnthen perseverance

I've been through worse
However the "never" feels close
Doesn't know wether it's desired,
But I'm tethered
Tho' hesitation incited, choices indicted

But step, is now determined
I know what's mine
I won't look back and behind
I ascertain the concerns;
into cinders, i turn them

If you text him first
Why'd you even bother trying to make it up to me