Bars

Where does the past go?

Wraps around my head and grips me like a lasso.

Asshole.

Remind me to react slow.

Pocketing sleep time, burning up my dream flow.

Spaced out in an ocean,

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

Looking for a reason to suppress the emotions.

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

of a lucid life we could be livin'.

It seems you've lost your definition,

I'm thinking it's from all the drugs that you were given.

High as the trees stand,

Loving life for now, believe it's all that you had ever planned.

Holding hands, kissing idols.

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

I mean, I called you but you didn't pick up,

I guess this shit has hit a hiccup.

Absent as the night grew.

No one likes being lied to.

Who'll love you more than I do?

But wait...

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

How can I really hate her?

And shit, she's a genuine persuader.

Fuck it, maybe I'll call back later

 

I must be dismissive,

I'm sure you must have smiled and I fucked up and I missed it.

How about another day I fix this?

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

Another moment of revival.

Write my name on walls and call it a reprisal.

Inspiration is survival.

Desperately writing, think of it as my recital.

I've hit another dead end.

I'd like to pretend I apprehend what you intend.

But your speech is not colloquial.

It's funny at a glance that you'll dance at my memorial.

And this is honestly written,

And it blurs up my vision, and scrambles my diction.

My words are broken, in addition.

I missed my audition, girl just give me a listen.