So I smuggled them in poems, romanticized misery, marked agony in scented ink, discarded feelings like weird sartorial choices, spilt naked truths and killed the butterflies that waltzed around my hips.
She said I'm pure as a cocaine She said I'm easy yet complicated She said I'm nice but hard to love She said...
Everytime I try to clear my mess I create another one to deal with Everytime I try to explain myself I say what she hates.
She said I'm real as pain She said I'm gentle yet brutal death She said I'm funny but hard to love She said...
Everytime I try to make it right all wrongs The harder I try I sucked in more deeper Everytime I try to make her smile Another failure added in the pile Of my all hopeless tries.
When your voice echoed in the skies streets starting dripping their shape. Houses, statues, monuments are hidden in the mist now. Everything but a river and it's flow And you and I on it's banks.
Feel like I'm savage None of shit average π― Courage I lack but encourage me to manage Menace for myself I'm privileged and damaged. Still got an image infamous like they jealous.