the wildebeest wakes up the neighbors
i can't help it, the madness, the frustration
this is my only hope to stop it all
i sit by the fire and drink tea
the fire is warm and the tea is scorching
i wait a little bit to calm myself down
all i have is this, all we have is now
a doppelganger missed on a Tuesday night
it was one or the other and i made my choice
my mother and roommates are killing my dreams
i have to leave or i will become nothing
dead to words, ashes to ashes
i wish my father and zia were alive
oh god how i need guidence
for the storm is approaching
the sails have been set
the captain knows which way
but he hasn't told anyone yet
this tiredness has just become a rap
take off your jacket, let go of you hat
the boom box is glistening
during the harsh winter daze
my baby she has taken too
my soul is so fragile
i look somewhat lost
keep on writing kid
i do this because there is no cost
Gg with a moustache
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