Sinking / Dripping in drudgery and drinking ..
You..
Away..
/ I don't drink but that sounded cool to say /
You've infiltrated my soul with hate /
and now I'm left wondering what's my fate? /
Gradually letting go of my grace/
as I flick the ash from my blunt on the ash tray / ..
Carried out and falsely branded now /
by the words that stained the air after coming out of your mouth /
Leaving and letting go of how it all sounds /
cause "I'm not winter or summer but autumn after the leaves fall out ? " / right? Cause thats what it feels like when the cards are laid down / and your behaviour starts to get faul / after I call you out /
It's all a cycle of immaturity and toxic chaos ,no doubt / but you can't leave me, now? Can you ? /
You'd hate to feel man handled and strangled by all THAT sadness.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Sinking / Dripping in drudgery and drinking ..
You..
Away..
/ I don't drink but that sounded cool to say /
You've infiltrated my soul with hate /
and now I'm left wondering what's my fate? /
Gradually letting go of my grace/
as I flick the ash from my blunt on the ash tray / ..
Carried out and falsely branded now /
by the words that stained the air after coming out of your mouth /
Leaving and letting go of how it all sounds /
cause "I'm not winter or summer but autumn after the leaves fall out ? " / right? Cause thats what it feels like when the cards are laid down / and your behaviour starts to get faul / after I call you out /
It's all a cycle of immaturity and toxic chaos ,no doubt / but you can't leave me, now? Can you ? /
You'd hate to feel man handled and strangled by all THAT sadness.
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