i usually know exactly how to start these the poems i write when they leave i usually know exactly how to dip the paintbrush in my tears and paint a picture forgiving myself for the pain i have felt
typically the right words flow from my fingers but i can't conjure up anything to ,,,, i ******* miss you.
im not sure if this is to you or about you
you never knew but you was my rock i aint never written out of anything but pain off every drug in the world and the name in my heart never change i know you can't say the same i know you never wanted me anyways
and **** that ***** yea the one you used to ride for the one you'd probably die for you may have a past with her but i was gonna give you my future
what the **** do i even say..
you the high and the come down
i write your name in the leftover coke residue on the table then lick the powder off my fingers swallowing back tears humming along to your favorite songs
we was supposed to be big you never knew that but fr we was supposed to be big
you had me feeling like ****** sunshine but **** maybe i just aint shine bright enough
we both had our demons and we knew we needed to heal before anything but you was slaying mine one by one and now this life i live is the hardest its ever been and i wanna run to you but you busy getting ****** up with your friends or maybe you're with her and maybe you was healing with me so you could leave and begin again and thats ****** up *** i could really have many men and i got many friends but baby aint none of them you.
i see god in your smile and maybe thats why i sleep in the church parking lot when my mind sleeps with you