I wish we never had to mourn.
White nails, got so much dirt underneath them
Melting face, ointment gotta use it
Muscle, muscle
Have I been a not so great friend?
But I'm doin' the ******' best I can
I hope we all are.

Gotta edit this ******* *****
I was suppose to get up at 8am
"Probably"
But a flurry of kisses, gotta escort you to the bed
Cause you're like a *****
But I pick out clothes for friends
Work out, makes me feel better
The Betrayer--don't take him too seriously
Positive  moments, I try to hold onto those

Mama & Papa dread coming to help me
But they gotta cape on their backs,
Sayin' comin' to the rescue
Sometimes I miss the deep south so much
It hurts my bruised bones.

People crowded in a cafe
I can't just sit in my hole inside
I pick up tables, chairs
I move them alone
But watch and select your words carefully?

I don't know.
I also don't believe in covering my heart tattoo
Ink the back of my neck
I wanna remember and beautify my skin
Like the art work,
I am.

I just gotta believe it
I just gotta trust it
I found my way home drunk in New York City
Believe it, because no one can for you.

We gotta start layin' down some laws for next year
I gotta start makin' moves
I rest and I plan and I hope
I dream.
Just let me find somewhere special to live.

I heard you were 6'5
You look like what I dream of
Meet me, I could be your dream too
Turning in expensive high heels
I could see the Dead Prince's eyes respond
So clearly, so honestly
But I wake up and move on.

Time for a new playlist.