writers block pt.2
• Written by Rozwell
Uh, the sicko gotta sickle
while gawkin' at your window
so you're quick to pack a pistol
they talking while you whistle
whilst the world all but blissful
she remains sinful though her thinking's always wishful
can't blow out candles while your choking
lungs are soaking, 'cause your throat is damn broken
he's toting lotion, ever since they had a date
got so much his hands'll ache
tell me can you master fate
is this love or hate
one in the same
one controller to this game
while you hold her, could you claim
all her pain, my eyes: the hall of fame
my "i's" have another name
the vowel in your bowels
when you speak on something that you claim
the beat is beat is bumping, say my name
like accordion
minds distorted and writers block is morbid then
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Rozwell
Member since August 15 2016