Bleed a little ink, show a little love
Pour another drink, make another pun
I couldn’t blink, as I stared into the sun
It’s easy to sink, when you stop having fun
See I’m just trying to move my tongue
But everywhere I look there’s snipers with guns
Or maybe my conscience conjures a ton
Just to break it down into a couple crumbs
But I do it with thumbs when I crush nugs
Keeping me level takes a little knudge
As I roll up my jeans to traverse the sludge
I look around and wonder who I can trust
I’m fighting with my back against the wall
And she only calls when I’m inching through fall
Bending over backwards trying to have it all
Missing the words she’d yell through my hall
Nothing big just asking for water
And I’m too much of a pussy to even call her
When I’m drunk my heart grows fonder
But when I’m sober I can’t bear it any longer
Reminiscing on being alone together
Sprinting through November her wearing my sweater
Now I think i could’ve loved her better
Write that down then burn the letter
It’s been a couple Decembers and now it’s getting hard to remember
All the shit we did with leather
When she loved me and I let her
that’s just me getting better
Trying to trek through rough weather
And even though it’s been like that forever
Im gonna tether it together and never say never
As I bleed a little ink, show a little love
Pour another drink, make another pun
I couldn’t blink, as I stared into the sun
It’s easy to sink, when you stop having fun
As the smoke dissipates
And I’m wondering when I ate
I look around the place
And feel like I need change
No it can’t come too soon
Wondering how to make lucidity bloom
So I create a cocoon
To emerge a butterfly next June
I’ve been flying so high and fast I feel like a comet and I can’t calm it
So I spit her a sonnet my little chemical angels so sweet and so solid
Cause baby this time I feel like leaving, wrestling with demons is so tiring and deceiving when I start to believe in what they’ve been preaching
Looking for another way out from the walls that keep closing in, I need to either leave the room or make these walls my friends
Take what they whisper in, I’m a sinner I’m a serpent and of this I’m certain
Curtain call, feeling small but I’m tall the repercussions of last call
So drink me down to my last dollar but if you’re down I’ll get some blotter
Arguing with the man named father
When I can’t bare to speak any longer
Honor pride the town in which I drive
I need her thighs to feel alive
But it comes to subside beside
These habits intertwined with an asterisk
Ask her this, as the camera goes click
Are you the bitch or am I a piece of shit
Cause I feel like one passing out in the sun
Do we really need four bottles to have fun?
Looks like it and that’s that
Grow up become a dad get fat
Or cross the wrong side of the tracks
Just to grow old blazing up sacks
I couldn’t find the I in us, there was only You
“Now she’s gone, like it was something I had to ask for.
And if I had known better, I’d wondered why she got a passport.”