I SMOKE VEINS TIL IM RED IN THE FACE WITH BLOOD DRIPPING LIKE WASHED LAUNDRY
ever cry tears of blood? man its scary as a flood
taking the pill and swallowing it down like emotions
instead of screaming and fiending i am dreaming of
pillows shaped like clouds and girls so easy that ppl cant believe its not butter
surreal in the real with teal skies and mellow suns.
whats your definition of fun....
mine is a gun
i shoot bullets of smiley faces shooting people with uzis so they can feel something
cuz everybody wants to be emo
and when we dream in eyes open we seem to think we are evil
when the girls saying put a ring on it.
since when did ya girls become smeagols
seeking the pursuit of happiness
WHY ARE U RUNNING WITH SLIPPERS
they look for the prince charming with a glass slipper
but he hands u a glass cup with liquor
and he thinks to himself
baby girl imma fix ya...
but my condolescense ever since we lost our sense
even if its a recession it has nothing to do with your brain
thats why so many people are broke
broken pockets
broken hearted
broke and parted and i started to come up with the roots that build up a tree
i build up my poem and smoke it like weed
i cant smoke... but my words. ppl i destroy the whole tree
i get so high that i play with planes like toys
treat birds like kitty kats and pet them
lick the planet venus and saturn like gumballls before i pluck em
i'm so high i can look down on you and piss on the world.
then come down and walk among ya.
true definition of piss on yaself
i'll send a letter
to me
go overseas come back just so i can tell myself i miss me.
bump searching for a lady
im lazy
wanna be my baby, come and claim me.
i'll take any from 17- 80
and maybe...just maybe. i will grab your heart. kiss it, hold it, squeeze it put u to sleep, take your heart out and put mines in so i can be your inner "I"
in my world... stars are not in the sky... stars burst
so remember when i did the 1st fix... and got high....
i did it first...
Friday, November 20, 2009
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