Picturing it all again
barren
The mother fucking suns comes up
Picturing it all again
Laptops burning my lap
And my face feels hot from the glass
Looking for the words too fast
This needs to last
Keep pushing for too much
Don’t let the things i think be said
Too busy trynna make things seem not rushed
Never ready
Stalling too much
Keeping up the pace
Can’t trust
Somethin bout the things we touch
As if we mean it
But have never seen it
Believe me
And make this easy
But either way
I’m throwing in
The rest of this
What ever you said it is
Nothingness
Still stay fucking up
Never letting things go
I’m always fucked up
I got a tight grip
On the things i should let slip
My head is full of hate
But my hearts in a better place