Who are you to wave your finger so full of it
High voltage in low water, what a hypocrite

Who are you to tell i'm a lier
Suffering on your inside and blaming me

You must have been outta your head
Eye hole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down

Living in a glass house collecting stones
So don't go tossing your stones around

Foot in your mouth and your head up your ***
So what are you talking about

Difficult to dance around this one
Until you pull it out

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me what's the difference
Steal, borrow, refer,  to save your shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the juror with the innocent

Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye
When you ****** all over my black kettle

She must have been high

i built myself a home in your chest
a safe haven, a tightly wrapped package
and you evicted me

i looked at you through my camera lens and saw all the beauty
my eyes had failed to pick up on
the fabric of your soul
the smooth skin of your hands,
twirling your hair in your fingers,
you are beautiful

you are literature
words on a page, kept consistent through years of handwritten notes
passed back and forth between quiet children,
i highlighted my favorite parts of you, and underlined the parts that stood out to me
a well-read novel, dog-eared and leafed through,
i memorized your body,
smiling warmly when you put my emotions into words
i don’t read anymore.

we shared cigarettes together in my car,
letting all the words we were too afraid to speak
leave our mouths in the form of smoke,
leaving only the stale smell of burnt tobacco,
to remember you by