got hours
counting powers
of the super human cowards
the trousers
of our fouler
never soured feelings grown
im a kid
never did listen
now im feeling ******
eyes feeling drury
as my fingers typed flown
im grinning cuz im reminiscent of your moan
heads still spinning
whyd you have to break my home
texts to calls
forwards
rings stalled
trying to get back to what we had
im just **** faced and *** brown bagged
take some shrooms
just to get mad
they are the feeling to show
when i am dead