![]() Why do we never know what we've got 'til it's goneĬause I've been missing you so much I have to say To still be suffering is stupid after all of this timeĪnd we were letting go of something special ![]() To have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff Ignoring and drinking musical gas fueled euphoria It's the frequency making you sha-shake with every boom Reeling around room, riding a bubble of sound proof Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the tasteįeeling the weightlessness pressed between the ceiling Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witnessĬryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace, meīreaking a part of my heart to find release, too Taking you out of my blood to bring me peaceīreaking a part of my heart to find release, break If anger's a gift then I guess I've been blessedīreaking a part of my heart to find release I've got no commitment to my own flesh and bloodĬannot express to the point I've regressed
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