The green coming but I don't make a scene
Legs are spreading but I dont care to see
My way and these distractions aren't phasing me
I'm loving and these limits aren't stopping me
Why does the after feeling of the lucy got me acting so depressing?
It's 3:26 am and the come up seems too far to see vividly
I still want to release some stress on you... ****** energy
I see God but it's so chemically
I want to choke you while I ******* roughly
I want to make everything so LSD
I don't make sense, and it's not as deep as it should be
Yelling love is so unnecessary
Feeling it is so delusory
I still wouldn't give it up for luxury
Walking memories going through misery hoping for the light at the end of your imagery
We were so close to the truth like Mercury
We're books and I'm reading everyone like they read my poetry
Don't measure love by the Avery
I swear I'm eating good, no celery