Ya I get it, i wasn't trying for upmost control
In fact I forbid it
Left behind thoughts of well, who did it
Who gripped to hard and tipped it
In the favor
In the flavor of rot, sickly not sweet
But **** like a summer sun over a fools smoking gun
I miss your heat
Please creep into mine again
Deep inside astride a genetic reject
Of a High horse
We stayed high of course
Headlong the joust though I keep thinking
My lance was shrinking
Guess the credit amassed off the best *** had
To run out sometime
And here I am with this blatant punishing example of
What my blindside refuse to turn and see
And you're happy
And its all I want, but im still gonna be here drowning
And you're happy