It's not that I'm blaming you
It's not that I'm shaming you
I'm trying to fit the pieces in my mind,
So I could keep from framing you.
I don't know what religion is
Who or what to believe in
Hot 'n cold,
My faith changes like the seasons.
Our puzzle pieces scrambled
I swear I had it handled
Somewhere along the way,
We flew off the handle.
Landed feet first
You would've thought my feet hurt
But I slipped on gravel,
And ****** up my t-shirt
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
It's not that I'm blaming you
It's not that I'm shaming you
I'm trying to fit the pieces in my mind,
So I could keep from framing you.
I don't know what religion is
Who or what to believe in
Hot 'n cold,
My faith changes like the seasons.
Our puzzle pieces scrambled
I swear I had it handled
Somewhere along the way,
We flew off the handle.
Landed feet first
You would've thought my feet hurt
But I slipped on gravel,
And ****** up my t-shirt
