make art
but look the part
if that isn't priority
are you in this majority?
I say I'm an artist
so does everyone else
I can feel the eyes roll
when I say what I'm here for

and

I can see you treat me different
once you see my **** holds up
but unless I look like an artist
or the world knows my art
you're gonna think I'm not enough
rough and tough egos we've got, baby
hope your **** is good too
so you have an excuse for your crazy

walk like an artist
on the fine line between humble and elitist

taking advantage
of it being warmer than negative
taking advantage and
absorbing the sunset's gradient
I could actually feel it on my skin
teasing me like it's ridding me of my sin

because I've got the sense
that you're around
but that's what these new scents do to me
the snow melts away the blockage in my memory

but nostalgia always finds a way in
and I'm the predator looking for a sniff...
I'd crush it up if I could...
snort it straight if I knew you would

because I want to you to think of me
when the snow melts from the trees
but I want to you think of me
before you think of the speed

years turn into moments and
collectively they resemble something bigger
and I'm constantly arguing
with myself, to myself,
to forgive her

taking advantage
and staying warm in my darkness
taking advantage and
learning to speak less

had a manic week
almost peaked
jumped the gun
made a stupid run
into the ground
ignored the sounds of my morals
dug into my shins like ocean corals
I just wanted to feel free
even momentarily
instead it was paralyzing
guilt tripping and bullshitting
there's no way to get around reality
when it's the anchor around your feet
I want to discover a new side to myself
and find a way to meet her
I've never fallen to your feet before
I want to learn to stay planted on my own two
without wrapping my arms around you
to hold me up
fill my cup
that you take sips from
I'm rusting around the bottom edges
I don't know romance without fringes
I don't myself without rusty hinges
I'm a door that won't open
unless you find an alternative route
and by the time you get there
I'm burned up and turned to soot
I'm sorry I'm not around

writing because I've got nothing else to do
I get stuck when the **** *****
sticky when the humidity is up
and I just wanna get high
poetry is a confession or a lie
deciphering it isn't worth the try
and I just wanna get high
or meet someone fly
take me on a ride
give me inspiration for a new creation
see sparkles in street lights and wet skin
city slickers finger lickers
late night candy munchers
burnt out babes with a work ethic
show me your soul and stretch it
take it out for a ride with me
down the rainy streets
light green **** up in the shadows
and pass it to me
get high on our energy
and my average ****
until next week
there's a chance of cloudy eyes
and a real ******* high

it isn't fair I feel a need
to shield the eyes
(that for years I haven't seen)
from my skin that's stretched out a little more
than what they were used to seeing before
and ******* if you've got **** to say
ups and downs are my body's way
of reacting to the tides
got my womanly figure struttin where I move
I really don't have anything else to prove

i'll take a brief moment to forget, baby
that you're acting real ******* shady
to remind you : i'm a ******* lady

so let's drive
rewind

let's pause so you can get me a little wet
let's pause to let you kiss my neck
but make sure it's a little messy
cause that's how this ball has been rolling lately
**** stops when i feel a control on me
hold on me
a fold for me

whether you're trying to or not, baby
you've got a hold on me, shady

you've got a game you're playing
and i know you know it
humility isn't reality
when you don't know how to show it

dropping lines and favors that hit
cry a little and bleed for me like it ain't ****

but you'd probably like that
so you have a reason to stop self-decaying

you're a sociopath in training
forgive me for complaining

headphones hit a little different sometimes
melody striking me right in the ******* spine
I wanna break open every feeling I'm suppressing
tired of keeping my own self guessing
on what's gonna get conjured up next
I'm not saving money, so I won't make bets
I'm spending
so I'd rather take another loss
rewind me, get that dust off me, what's the cost?
I've got light leaks bleeding into my brain
nostalgia like film strips developing in wood stain
I wanna find a new way to dig deep
I wanna find a melancholy that doesn't seep
into the depths of me that end up poisoning
it doesn't belong in my bloodstream
but it enters through my lungs
I breathe it in every time I think
which is constant, and burying
I'm ready to move into a new year
find a new perspective that's a little more clear
get a new grip on reality
that doesn't give me blisters or make me bleed
feel the wind on my face
that doesn't come with a warning
I'm already freezing

and it isn't fair
you lie for comfort
lie for this weekend's new girl
she isn't your world
though i bet she believes she will be forever
for tonight only she's your universe
and you told me i was your light
at the center of what you're spinning through
and i tell you
i can't trust you
you wonder why
why?
you're a lie
now let me show you my music
that you think you're too cool to hear
let me show you my music
let me show you my dance
this little star is done shining here
reflecting off your moons
that spin in the wrong directions
eclipsing over truth can only last so long
in no time at all
your little planets you keep easily in your reach
aren't going to survive
without your star to shine for you
i'm not your warmth
i never was
you were a winter
and i've been in your shadow all along