why are some people only good at long good bye's from far proximities?
perhaps it's due to the candy in my pocket
and I know that potential broken hearts have sweet tooths and butterscotch is a good enough reason to hold on a little longer
can someone come along
can someone come along
and resurrect what's been left to rest
in the depths of my chest
it's hard to come up with good art
that isn't pulled from the sickest parts
of your mind
trying to find the closest ways to paint the rainiest days
under the closest thing that resembles shelter at the time
memories of the coldest winds remind me of the fear i felt and the prayers i knelt hoping someone would come offer me a sweater
the clock strikes 12 and it's how funny how you don't feel any different
i fell in love with too many girls
who knew how to take more hits than me
funny moments where we try to forge falling in love
roaming through college campuses denying the books in your backpack
the sun sets early around this time of year
there are more hours to appreciate the hard reality
that there's no one around to help you take your clothes off
waking up to the window closed
and no known name yet for her,
the panties she left on my bathroom floor when she decided
she wouldn't pretend to be on her period anymore
open more doors for me to walk through
try to figure what may have been foxy brown's favorite chair to sit and contemplate the perfect murder
she knows she can smell
it everytime someone gives her chocolate
and it makes her vomit
bleach and amnesia can't seem to get the stains out
i wasn't afraid when she told her i reminded her of someone
that could write her name well
