You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

stop the complaining
we get it- you're tired of fighting
but put on your gloves
cause this is round:

ONE

there are books that still need reading

the library
books endlessly checkout able
Holden Caulfield
man, J.D. Salinger
I tip my hat to you, what a ******
impressive novel

books that need their spines broken
for the first time
time spent highlighting pages
pages need turning

so you can move on
to the next chapter of
y o u r
story.

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

so now it's round:

TWO

There are still sunsets
that need your approv // al
who else will gaze into an expanse
of the sky and watch
the sun say goodnight to the moon
and moon envelop the light
consuming darkness with stars all lit
across the universe

wishes will call for granting
granted that a shooting star
still must be accompanied by
a wish

make them, remember you've made it past round one.

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

because it's round:

THREE

blankly collecting dust
just imagine all the canvases and notebooks
white is not a primary color.

fill in the blanks that need filling
because inside we all know
we're broken
undo the emotional glue and start gluing
piece together a mosaic or something

You are not done
This is not over
One more round we go

heaving breathing
heart is beating
consciousness receding

but just one more
prepare yourself for this is round:

FOUR

there will be words that are yours
words that need speaking and reading
words that spark imaginations
change opinions
or aid in healing

awareness for the beauty in sunsets and sunrises
artistic expression that calls for supplies and
it's ok not to always have everything

someones bound to have an extra pen or paper or something
Like this time impossible is not an option. There are no limitations

I know I've ****** up
I don't have much
no change in my wallet
but I'm sure i can borrow some from the universe or maybe even a stranger
I will not let down or give up

its hard to tally up all the fights
that have been fought
for each moment that WAS
and WAS not

like remember
"this is all we got."

**** It ALL
no- this is not done
no- this is not over
like remember
don't ever think

there is no force in your
punches and throws
you'll be back in the ring
know you'll always be fighting

so.
one more round we go.

it's like how can I start fresh
if I can't erase
hating everything I seem to create
stray to think different
but my soul is caged
hidden under floorboards
are the ideas I make

but I feel calm and at home
in the darkness
feeling cold and lethargic
but creating art
with my fingertips
alone with the hopes and the gods
I illustrate pain
in slow and graceful strokes

tirelessly knitting an infinity scarf
cooped up in a small room
with my mouth sewn shut
I lyrically piece together scraps of
the thoughts inside my head
to write an unauthorized version
of me instead

working steady without pause
till the ink dries up
words spilling out truths
of my purest disgust

I am the artist whose painting
to begin with was fake
I am the unrooted vine that grew
despite its wilted fate

I was happy with that life
time being
but you changed up

started chillen on a different block
you were differently treated with
different clothes
new chain and slang talk

cigarettes lips to fit in//
carcinogen lungs
to impress them with the tar black esophagus compressed in your chest cough

now you walking different too
and them kids got you locked
and even tighter than a *****
I just knew it
when you fronted them up on that block

but if you got shot up
you know they wouldn't have your
back unless it was to steal your coat keys
and wallet leave you ****** dead or not

and hey I'm just saying
you started changing
and I can see this kind of ****
happening when everything around

YOU started changing...
look I don't want you to be suffering
but I try and warn you
about the world we're in

love isn't anger
love is black and blue
come stranger times like
love isn't "who can take the first blow"
love isn't hands around a throat

love isn't here
so don't come back no more.

I want to wear myself
inside out
spill out what I feel on the inside
on my inner beliefs and ideations
all the conversations I could have
if I wasn't wearing a t shirt and jeans

if only I wore my
opinions like rings
on my fingers
and sport my values
on the soles of my shoes

my head flowing with
ideas and I could let my hair down,
fluid// flowing// with tendrils of readings and teachings

my wardrobe filled with hangers
of clothing repressing theories and
hypothesis

dress myself in principles and prospects and proofs

we do this instead by expressing ourself through our dress
and underneath brand names
we hide what we're about

instead I want to turn
myself
inside out

I closed my eyes to stop the sun
from seeping in
my head spins like the hand
that rides the spiral till it ends

I hope someday to love again
could it be that we're both lost
we need to be found
before we hit the ground

in between the holes
and empty spaces
so there's me and I'm drifting
tryin' to fill in those extra places

it seems so simple
inside the walls I've built
inside my head
exits winding complex and all
the lines can bend

the photo album of our time together
is filled with under exposed prints
and negatives
then I hang them up to dry

tried to stop the endless bleeding
I closed my eyes to stop my heart
from beating
like maybe you would come back to me
if I stopped breathing...

Why people cut themselves,
I would
never begin to understand.

ok. so now I am lying
because my cuts
were never truly planned.

I know why.
the pain.
the misery.
when it all becomes too much...

yes I know you think no one understands

that no one cares
its easy to pretend
that you're tough

and tried true-
your ******* up in the air
saying *******

when really everything hurts
trust me I know
I didn't cut because I have more scars on my wrist
than lines in a notebook

I was so spiral bound up inside
that I
I never told anyone
they just thought those lines were
accidental wounds in reality
but sadly this was just a self destructive behavior and mentality

but soon when I began to heal
my wounds became scars
mapping out like constellations and stars
all over my arms

I don't hide em
this is me
I wear them with pride
like the rings on my fingers
because I've promised myself
my fingers will never touch another razor blade

I've made progress
and the scars begin to dissipate
like it's all clear
no chaos no havoc

the bleedings receding
inside the darkness is fleeting
suffocation to
breathing

my heart.
my heart is now beating

and I can understand why pain reflects itself
projects pain in the form of self injury.

so I lied.
I always // knew // why.

before we truly understood
each other
I never knew where you
came from

before we had an understanding
I never knew what
you were made of

such undying
love.
but also such undying
hatred.

why don't you
accept yourself
and love yourself like
you love me

I know you don't
see what I see
all those limitless possibilities

before I truly understood
you and knew what you
had been through,

I still saw you as
a success and an achiever
but self loathing so much
of yourself is so hard to
watch as you repeat

over and over
how much you'll never
reach the top
and you'll just be climbing
forever.

before I can truly
understand
your ulterior motives
or what is beneath those deteriorating eyelids

I just wish you would
see how much you are
worth instead of how
you see yourself as worthless...

let us be honest
let us be upfront
and real

as we must-
in order to properly
heal this wound we
have made in society.

PEOPlE ARE
AFRAID OF ME.
because I am "crazy"

because I have OCD
because I have BPD

they definitely don't
even know what
those acronyms MEAN

see I've been deemed
as crazy
and marked as one
full of insanity

and this STIGMAS
stingin' me.

this is how they
be treatin' me
and they be sayin'
and playin' this game

towards me-

lock her away
and pray she don't come
near me:

mental illness is
infectious and she'll
surely get me,

she's contagious
it's outrageous
don't touch me-

she's CRAZY.

she's manic
and throwin fits
it's ****** *******

keep her AWAY
from me,
please I don't need
to be exposed

like even if she
don't look it
or like she's got it
she doesn't seem
THAT insane

but it could bloom
in MY brain
if we ride the same subway
or ride the same train-

*******, she's got
an illness-
a mental illness
that's the diagnosis

she's ******' CRAZY

it's a disgrace she even
shows her face
don't see how
she can even leave
that place

**** just cage that
mental case AWAY

I TOLD YOU
she's crazy.
keep that mental
**** AWAY from me.

mental illness is not going away it is in our face daily we need to have a system that works, so:
address it
accept it
pursue it
my experience is just a microcosm of what is happening in our society mentally
everything trickles down to the root- mental health and unless we address the root of the problem we will continue seeing tragedies like columbine and sandy hook
what took so many lives
what will it take to wake us up and
realize we can't keep on keepin
on this way
we need to address the root the
right way.

so- what you running from?
nah- those cats on the corner they
"hella" dumb

ok, lets slow down
you not prepared to hit the ground
don't let the beast run its mouth
when I moved west to east town

I used to cry out why
because unlike sunny skies
I could never open my eyes
everyone I know would die

if I opened my mouth
out would come lies

only used to snorting synthetic white
**** faced used to crashin at night
the outspoken type
who's a lost pathetic dreamer
the poetic artistic type, a day dweller

caught in "coffins" in between ya
I'm coughing emphysema
sky scrapers in between
with no one knowing Andre Nickatina

I trace icy window sills with ashy fingertips
surpassed by the New York hustle
but only by minutes

I do this for *** heads
and kids I kicked it with as a teen
and insomniacs who still
raises the lid to catch sleep

and without it?
yeah I'm crazy and you mental too
I rock spiritual without a break to breathe
stop or interval

I'm from the state
where sunshine will never stop
and transferred to the state
which perfected the "rock"
where liberals stand
and conservatives call themselves the man

I don't want to
but I'm willed though
the city's filled with every skin tone

if I ever dream I think
I'll try and let it slip
and let my fingertips
trickle till I catch it

I want to get drunk off of language
just one last time
words come out so much easier when intoxicated.

Much simpler than trying it the sober way
everyday I want to tell him I love him
I want to tell the truth
I want to feel like everything is acceptable
I want to talk to you

I want to come clean with no excuses
even if the truth hurts.

and from love to hate
to anger to trust
to that time I wanted to **** myself
but cowered over sleeping pills and razor blades blood stains and emergency first responders

I want to share things I am too afraid to share
things I hide away from plain sight

I want to hold him tight
I want to thank you for breaking my heart too
I want to share incredibly sad things in the dead of the night
I want to be brave
I want to be strong

I want to be intoxicated with life.
Even if seems wrong.

ya feel love?

take a walk outside
the suns not out but that's
alright
leave it all behind and breathe

this is not the life you envisioned
but there's love in everybody
so create the remedy of peace and
harmony

ya feel love?

the place I'm from is full of
sunshine and ******* I call
memories that filled my veins
running within and without me

introspectively I place myself
in front of a mirror
displace my body from my entire being
including the future
yet still feeling love around me

ya feel love?

I realize I was always free to begin with
I'm leaving all the emotions that fill
the air that I breathe
and I gaze into the sky

because maybe I could believe
that it's possible to be the change
and create love
let it be as rough
as the tides take when your heads underwater rushing
into my lungs

ya feel love?

follow Alice
crawl down the rabbit hole
it's a black abyss with all these hurt and hatred lies tied to my mind so it melds
into my memories

pick a drink of your choice
for a decision to make you tall or small
till you aren't sure you who are at all
a mad hatter?
that's mad
must of made me mad
but doesn't matter

because the hookah smoking caterpillar
offers me a drag
hazy plume of smoke through blurry eyes
and then the queen screams
"off with her head"

steals from the psyche so I'm late
I'm late for a very important date
Shouldn't have left resting lashes
or closed lids- it's all Wonderland

and now I'm stuck in a fantasy
didn't ask for what was handed me
I missed the last waking of this dream
now I've lost touch with all reality

I realize
I hate everything about you

Your immaturity
your "I'm always right," mentality

everything about you
annoys the hell out of me

when you pick me up
and you're ****** up
when you showed up to
dinner high

when you crashed the cart into
a car at Walmart
I ******* hate you.

when you broke my wrist
when you wrote a list about
everything wrong with me and
put it up on the fridge

I ******* hate you.

I hate when you whistle
off tune
when you say you'll be there soon
and 4 hours later you pull into
my driveway

never doing things my way
once in a blue moon
it's your way or the highway

I ******* hate you.

tried and true
id attempt to
write you love notes
waking up to find a list of chores
and the dishes not done

what's the fun in living together
if you can't share the good and bad
tired of you telling me about how I'll turn out like my dad

had I known what hate was before we met
maybe things would have been different
love isn't getting lost in bruises and blows
it's about sharing happiness and making it through the highs and lows.

I wish I knew.
thing is I still love you.
but with every fiber of my being seeing this through whatever that will be,

I hate you.
but please-
don't leave
me.

I'm empty
hollowed out inside
I feel absent
never present
in my mind

there is a fullness
like the moon
that I intend my
life to be

into the depths
of whom I am

I wonder if
empty will all
I'll be

fill me up
just one more shot
something to dull
the hurt

when the hurt becomes
worse
I question my
self worth

pain and suffering
add up to make
me wholesome

and much fuller
I will be
when I relentlessly try
to fill up
my forever
half empty.

SLAM..
SLAM down the words
like the slap of your hand
upon a countertop

SPEAK the utterances
of your broken heart
to souls of hip hop

SLAM that anger
with the fistful of furious syllables

SCREAM your defiance to the world indifferent
innocent and ignorant

SLAM down tequila shots
one, two, three,
redefining absolute clarity

SLAM your pride and dignity

SLAM your locked up pain
break the lock unleash the insane

SLAM the gates of heaven
and the depths of hell

SLAM ME into absolute stupidity with your words
jack lines
jack verbs
herd the unheard

SLAM

I will never amount
to you
add up all the tracks I left
the pieces of my life I've kept

are a multitude of how much
I respect
that I can subtract all my mistakes
and never be what you have become

ill never walk your path

and I think it's great how you
used to be great

now you're amazing
and I'm blazing new trails
taking and making a new road

decoding the code of how you
got to climb the ladder

guess I'll be climbing forever

I'll never understand your
peaks plains and valleys
the dips and ruts are where I'm stuck

I'll never be smart like you
talented
balancing a top job
I'll never be loved or as creative

I hate it.
because I'll never make it
like you can

and I'll be ******
if I ever graduate from college
or learn the knowledge that you hold

I understand it's a cold world
but I'll never create a mural
of all my accomplishments
and paint the landscape whichever
color I want

because I can't
amount to you
I've been reduced to the shadows
of your celebrations

so I celebrate in your darkness
I hang around on the same old ground as I always have

this makes me sad
this makes me angry and mad

but nonetheless I'm glad you've
gotten to be who you want to be

but please.
step aside so I can cast
my own shadow
and be me...

(inspired by Junot Diaz & ...life)

I. the scars are just proof// of the internal pain showing// the external blame it's blooming in brain. the more blows and strikes the more she bends her will to never come home that night for blame.

II. direct voicemail after numerous calls// like going through a lifeless withdrawal// she waits// anticipates// for when you may pick up the phone. so alone and waiting for phone calls ever fading// her voice trails off to a silent whisper// she knows deep inside no one will ever miss her.

III. palms are precious. hands cradling the future present and past// signifies how long you'll hold on to the mast or a sail of a sinking ship. in other words when your hand meets hers then draws away//she can feel the deterioration of a long lasted relationship drifting off some place.

IV. her smile radiates like a thousand suns. but her tears are a million in one. she'll cry oceans and rivers// she'll cry streams and reservoirs// to stop the hurt from creeping in when no comfort seems to create.

This is no secret- it is something to tell. appreciate her// respect her// treat her well. because my friends they come and the lines they go by// this is how you lose her// and now you know the reasons why.

I hate to say I told
you so
but I am doing better without
you...

you remember how you once said
you hated me?
remember how you once said I was insane, mentally ill, and crazy.

well I am all those things except they don't define me as a person

you're crazy too and it's likely that
we share that same hate
it's okay, I can relate

except I separate all the good and the bad and it makes me sad
all that we've been through
it's left an impression

a scar set as a reminder
of the endless fights
the drugs
the late nights

I'm sorry.
but I'm just better off without you.
and you're better off without me
the rest?
just let it dissolve
let us rewrite our own history.

this mornings forecast: sunny skies
I'm now feeling alive
so ******* ready
for life.

despite the predictions
of heavy snow and rain
an eternal sunshine is
blooming in my brain

this evenings forecast: winds variable and light
I'm now feeling alive
so ******* ready
for life.

I've now begun to realize
it's ok to be ok.
it's alright to be alright.
looking at the bright side,

letting go of
the past,
yet still having full grasp
on what is mine.

tonights forecast: a starry night
I'm now feeling alive
so ******* ready
for life.

clear skies no, no shooting
stars, but this luminous
moon is just so vibrant

like a bright day in
the middle of night
living on an entirely
different universe

traveling the wavelenghts
ready to take flight
I'm now feeling alive
so ******* ready
for life.

reaching toward to sky
kneeling to the earth
appreciating the reward
from now on,

avoiding any natural disasters,
according to my
weather report.

my strategy,
for this life or the next;
is that the only thing
I'll ever need
is the solace
of my own
sweet solitude.

And if smoking is suicide //in bite sized bits, I'm suicidal//

Loving is heartbreak in little pieces// light as paper or heavy like boulders, so I'm broken hearted//

Alcohol is consequences, a lack of judgment and mistakes in liquid form//
so I'm thoughtless//

pill are mixes of melding ideas//
in calculated formulas//
so I'm synthetic//

and I ask, what off it?//
causes hell is hell//
and life is life//

and I'm used to using//
used to abusing// so I believe// I am above this//

Even on those nights I want to let go
I recall when I almost took my existence
Ponder how even one breath is so precious
How much it takes to live in the present
And yet how //

This will all be worth it.

As if to say,
"You have the strength// so put it to use."
If you can't see through it
You most likely never will have the vision
With the saline and blurry eyes
You are too blind to ever see this

To look through the lens of my sole purpose
But thats alright; I understand
Just step aside
So I can lift others
Who deserve it

No

I don't love like that anymore.

like I'm expecting to find love at the bottom of a bottle of Jack. like I'm laying in bed with no intent of getting up, definitely in no mood to relax. drowning myself in these saline tears to escape the feeling of your touch or present being. like keeping an unwelcome stranger in your own home. I don't know. I just don't love like that anymore.

I love like reading a favorite book over and over again. close to forgetting its ending. nearest to its destination. discovering it all over again. love like that cigarette smile smoke seeping from lips, rainy mornings full of unchecked to-do lists. I love waking for the sunrise. I love how I've loved them once, yet inside slowly died. I've heard your name. and the hair on the back of my neck happened to rise.

remember all of those anxiety attacks and fits of frustration? remember bone breaking. fists clenching till it meets a face but black and blue doesn't erase. I don't love like that anymore. a continual questioning of my self worth, like being forced to confront your worst fears. it's not the same as swallowing worry when seeing your father after 5 years. somewhat similar to crying till it steals your breath or taking a cold shower. trying to feel like less of an entire mess. at least I do not accept love like this anymore.

I love like opening to the first page of a book. and finishing the last. I love just as the way the ocean turns its tides. reminds me how painfully I would write and write. reruns of pen and ink. the pages filled with my heart turning black and white. never stopped writing letters to those who don't love. I love all of this- but not in a lost blooming hatred and consuming way anymore, wholly, fully, with no regard for life as I know it. I love the pen running riot since words are wrapped in risk.

what I'm saying is loving isn't painful so much anymore. it doesn't stretch my heartstrings to a point of no return. even when out of tune with no intent of tuning out the tones of the deaf. loving feels situational. sometimes loving feels habitual, considering the context. loving is beginning to feel like sunsets.

at the end of the day, I wonder if sunsets feel all the loving I feel in a similar way. if love isn't the end of a bottle the end of the rope the end of it all anymore. then I love like I wish I could love how I have never loved before.

my mind a canvas-
and what better surface
to create upon
mold and shape upon

there is no wrong medium
I'll use acrylic and oil
I'll use basics
like crayon and marker

or something sharper
like sharpie so it's permanence
won't leave the landscape
of my brain

I'll use gesso and white out
to layer upon each layer
later I'll peel them off
one by one to see the
initial outcome

and if I don't like it-
I'll change it
because I'm an artist
and as my mind as the canvas,
I think, what better surface to work with.

it is the emptiness for the whole
the mindless doubt of not believing
it is possible we are wrong
with so much
power to be righteous

because it is not a rage toward the 1%
or hatred toward the 99 ...

it really is
so much deeper
than a fraction
of a inproportionate sum ...

in many ways-
he's just like you...
but it doesn't make me miss you
any less.

If I could,
I would write
the greatest love poem
of all time

then crumple it up,
crush the crisp paper

and
       b  u  r  n
   it.

watch the fire consume
and swallow it

then let the wind
pick up the new
ashes

in hopes they
will deliver
my message

we the crazies
we the maniacs
we the psychos
we the insane

this is blooming
in our brains
we want to
inform you-

we the people
are all untamed
like them monkeys
and apes

WE are in so many
ways the same
treason upon this
****** terrain,

tell us- define
to us all what
the **** is sane

whats normalcy
or regularity...

we the crazies
we the maniacs
we the psychos
we the insane

want so much
to stop pointing
fingers,

and end the blame
game.

like why judge
them
because you just
don't understand
em'

lookin at em' like
"whats wrong with you?"

we just have to
tell you all
the truth-

this hurt
and pain we
feel on the
daily

yes we may
be deemed
"crazy"

but we also
have dreams
and aspirations
friends and families

and we just need
the help
cause' we
can't all call out,

"please save me"

we the crazies
we the maniacs
we the psychos
we the insane

just need to
be heard
be voiced
be given the same

equal opportunities
and choice
have a shot
at a better life

not only because
we can but
cause' we
WANT
and the will
to live is stronger
than the will to die

so we the crazies
we the maniacs
we the psychos
we the insane

have the strongest
innate power within
to survive this pain

i wanted to tell everyone all
the beautiful things
i loved about you

all the things
we know makes you
steal my breath away

i wanted to spread
love and
warm embraces

as if i were using
passion to paint
over everyone's imperfections

like my world
was a canvas
and the love
were my shades and hues

that i could help
you to love yourself
more

and for all of them
to love others
this way too

to think
that maybe
this kind of love
could help everyone

to see more
types of beautiful in
themselves

sometimes I wonder what it will be like
if I see another day
I wonder if this will be the last thing I say

and by the way nothing turns out
how it's planned to be

and sometimes I'm just out doin my thing
tryin to be the best version of me
even the memories raise issues I tried to shed
got too many issues trapped up inside my head

what pride and humility just might do
what praise the phase of bruises black and blue
how's the self abusiveness?
how the tired toiling in uselessness

no, I'm not impressed with the work I've done
his shadow follows me even when I tried to run

some things never turn out how
they supposed to be
I guess the only one
I can change is me

one by one I count the pills inside my hand
ones for the hurt I give myself
and one is from that man

I feel a choke in the hold
the way he used to grab for the gold
silly putty organs
and flesh that molds

molds to the palms
molds to the fist
molds to the tears
molds each time he hits

cold confusion
swept up into the night
I say I'm sorry
but i know it's just a sorry night

somethings don't turn out how they
supposed to be
I guess the only one
I can change is me

self worth is weighed
by the gram
0.5 for me
and a pound for the man

heavy sedation
it's crazy what you remember
while wake walking in a dream state
apologies for the bad dreams
and hide the good ones to escape

burn baby burn
his love looks like fire
it isn't passion
it isn't lust
it's nothing to admire

3rd degree emotional burns
the each skin is sensitive
so **** whatever's heard

the man might say
it doesn't bother me
it's only that it's haunting me
I wish he would change
but only I can set me free

I can't say
I love you
but I can say
I don't.

but some one
out there does
love you.

I don't know where
you're from but
it's been one hell
of a ride.

and I can't tell you
what sort of
trip you've been
on

or walk of life
you've been
on.

but I can
tell you,
that life
goes on.

from the look
on you're face
just guessin you've
been addicted to hate.

cause you
didnt understand
the gravity.
the weight.

makin the darkness
a deeper shade
grey matter driftin
through the brain

manifesting deception
sin sampled
with evil its
simple and plain

doesn't matter
how you hold it
twist it, leash it
make it or ignore it

who's gonna be
the bare witness for
every important series
of events you experienced

the come up
is what we live for
and the come down
is when we die

so I try to breathe
try to sleep
try to close my eyes
I simply try to try

so why can't being alive
mirror what I wish
was the perfect high?

we still love you
after all of this time.
we stand up for you because you are
more than your
race, gender or sexuality.
theres so much more that defines you
you are an artist
you are an achiever
a sole believer in making wrongs right
you are so much more than a label...
you are uniquely you.
tried and true, and this is why,
we still love you...

what does love
feel like?

-like swimming with
eyes open.

visions a blur
but he's right
there, in the

clarity of my
treacherous waters
the pressure on my lungs//
steals my breath// away//

so I come up for air
inhale// exhale
and he's still there

still treading similar
waves// saves me the
trouble of worrying
and wondering if

I'll be out in this ocean forever,
****** in by
the riptides
of emotion

but he's still there
wading in the
fluidity of this abyss,
with me.

the currents pull
and part the seas
so much motion

yet he is there// too//
swimming with eyes
open.

The issue lies not in you being gone but in the fact that you're away.
your smile and your eyes- they became transfixed in my brain and became something that one could only hope to see every time the sun brings the light of day and smiles upon the earth.

The issue lies not on the decision you made to go but in the mystery of whether you'll return. I could live without you, but what fun would it be to explore the universe and learn about one another, dance together outside if never with a partner.

The issue lies not in the few days we spent together but in the plentiful numerous seconds I got to know who you were. Every word, gesture, movement and expression resonated in my head reminding me of the day I realized I deserved something like this.

The issue lies in the fact that there is no issue after all is there?
If you're the issue, we'll find the answer.
If time is the issue, we'll watch the clock together.
If we're the issue, it's the world that is mistaken and moving on is all we can do.

there was an idea I thought up
originated in my esophagus
so I coughed it up
and out came something awful
information that made a mouthful
they like to say I mess with the wrong stuff
but nah I've been messin with the right ****
yeah // I ****** like it

So I promised myself,
never again.

   But here we are...