I used to lie down in my bed
Count kernels in the popcorn sky, overhead
I used to use the daytime for nothing much at all
Was I prepped for death?
I once liked the ones I called friends
Draped myself in colors I could defend
I once misused my empathy, passion, and my wit
Only to have you seize it in the end.
Since I'm there, written on your list,
please, cross off my name.
If I show my amateur face on your stage,
just write me off.
Play me off with the music of your choice
until I'm gone.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
I used to lie down in my bed
Count kernels in the popcorn sky, overhead
I used to use the daytime for nothing much at all
Was I prepped for death?
I once liked the ones I called friends
Draped myself in colors I could defend
I once misused my empathy, passion, and my wit
Only to have you seize it in the end.
Since I'm there, written on your list,
please, cross off my name.
If I show my amateur face on your stage,
just write me off.
Play me off with the music of your choice
until I'm gone.
The End.
Thank you all for joining me for another set.
Appreciate all the love. Much respect. <3
Catch me next time.
I've got grievances to air.
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