Can't Touch This

My metaphors can't even seem to Touch This,

Ignorance you got, you thinking I'm Huntin,

You're innocence, scheming to get you Up And,

Out this place, you want out of this play or Oven,

And you think I keep you here just to Press Buttons,

Stressed by Nothin,

You want me to be ready with that Knife to Thrust It,

Into your Head or Stomach,

We can't even have a Friend-to-Friend Discussion,

The only real [Benefit] is From my Destruction,

Because your heart sure Isn't Pumpin,

Did the day you called it off even End Somethin?

Or was it another course to go to your Bed Tuggin,

Your Blanket Chuggin to make that Ache Numbin,

Maybe you finally felt some cuz now you Stay Punchin,

How long will this Take to Wake or Summon,

That pheonix because I'm tired of this [wait] (weight) and Jumpin,

These hoops, when will you realize that Pride and Hate's the Obstruction?

We coulda Seen the Skies Today,

You coulda heard some things I'd Like to Say,

But still you Hide Away,

Troubled By The Way we let this love Die in Flames,

I just want to clean my Skies of [Rain],

So many drops collected they form [Tidal Waves],

So until you're ready to [wrap] this up I can't have my [Final Take],

What else do I gotta go through, a Suicidal Brain?