Jun 2018
I'm a sick man to your intricate ways,
Feigning for what's not there yet getting high for days
I break my neck stretching to see what you might see
To perceive what you receive
Understand what's more than me
**** how'd I manage this
Wrapped up in someone who's oblivious
To what I think inside their bed
All these thoughts cramming inside my head
So i need to breath
Take a hit, it's all I need
To fit into conformity
That is what you have made for me
Lying to rest in peace.
Feigning for what's not there yet getting high for days
I break my neck stretching to see what you might see
To perceive what you receive
Understand what's more than me
**** how'd I manage this
Wrapped up in someone who's oblivious
To what I think inside their bed
All these thoughts cramming inside my head
So i need to breath
Take a hit, it's all I need
To fit into conformity
That is what you have made for me
Lying to rest in peace.
I wrote this for a friend because he wrote for me. He told me to write a couple lines while he talked to his ex outside. I wrote this in the matter of minutes then left his house, left him outside with his ex. He looked so confused, but I needed a breath.
