it’s one more with no origin
the time between the sunset and morning
the daybreak it feel horrible
wrapped up in self importance
outclass with braggadocious
or it’s self loathing when i deem it’s warranted
well liquor to top shelf
i’m picking how i feel about myself
keep the change cause i’m running off to war again
aye aye captain morgan
i came to kill em all king james version type
word is bond til they stick a fork in
no doubting misfortune
the best efforts going unawarded
iffy on the herd immunity not looking forward
face down on the floorboards and think it’s normal
no longer need the piece of me gone
in contiguity with right and wrong
button down for the curtain call
believed the greatest lie i ever heard. like aint that the truth?
trust? absurdist talk. sleep walk the streets brown baggin’ in pursuit of god.
pain known to loosen morals… and nothing changes and this pocket full of change is next to nothing.
a penny for your thoughts they don’t have to make sense