Sauce

Coat-hangers scattered, bed-headed battered/

Mastered the art of feeling plastered/

As a master of none, my victories spun/

My thoughts intertwined to please everyone/

My sheepskin don't shatter, emotional tatters/

I can't look inside and see sun/

See-saw I'm balancing ones, still stack so I feel like I've won/

(40)

Ideas come-up buzzing, crushed under the stress of debt bubbling/

Crunching figures, still humming church rhym-hymns while wondering/

Harvest my grain and get fed?

In Vans at my mamas pad/

Instead of my could of's, my would of's I said

Stay steady and grind on this path til I'm paid

Am I wrong?

 

Do nothing, abandon my life's been a phantom

Pantomimed mime in my insides still hiding

Guides without sights, bright wings in spite

This black-hole absorbing my light

 

Confused at my use of drugs, no its not new because

These phantoms tend to get it twisted

All in my feelings on comments

The concepts a solvent I jump in my ball-pit start pissing

Depressions a lesson I can't outgrow

So no it's not me you love back & forth telephone

Tune in for the next episodes

Loads of me lying around taking tokes

Notebook amounts, letters not sent

Venom drips from adolescent wrists

Still pictures I'd wish while I wither

Need healers but stuck in the winter

Trapped in a square thoughts cloud in the air

If all of my enemies have gone disappeared

The darkness resides on the insides

My seer