Words retaliate,
mix and collaborate,
make stakes for the faces they tend to rate.
High on benevolence,
low self esteem from the dishevelment or the cement that kept away ill will and malcontent.
Bent on a bit of the lack of interest from the 'interested'.
Spent the rent then took scissors to my head.
Fled the previous notion about getting into that bed,
for god sake if you were half awake I wouldn't feel this fucking dead.
Lead heart, don't go no near it, it's known to chip in the wrong places.
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Tangle your fingers in that hair of the girl you'd like to ensnare,
care to take a walk somewhere,
have a smoke sit back and stare.
Lose the feeling of lacking air and enjoy the vibes coming from off that,
male with the composure of those who'd never talk to ya'.
Dream of self esteem gleam bright, but still don't shine enough.
Got a permanent heart beat when I talk to ya',
but I'm lonely in a place I feel I could never leave.
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Give me a little something or other to single out the doubt of the oncoming drought. Found myself locked inside an enigma. Sucking face to concentrate, getting off sooner than late. I'm just fucking bait, a good tail and face to look at. A girl with a sense of style and sensitivity that combats the utter essence of feeling lonely and self doubt. She'll put a smile on your face. She'll make your belly full during that drought. Reverberating you time to make minds dance with one another. Hold awkward pitter patter silly grin. Lacking sin, it's all pure just emotional connection making amends in all the places you haven't been near in a while and then some. Blending colors on your palate trying to show you some directions. Blessed souls walk these streets, it just takes a cigarette, smile and weed. Bleeding hearts don't find each other, they are born to meet eventually. Sent to one another from some extraterrestrial entity. Meant to be. Fucking one another creating the new underground fleet, of people who know it's more important to eat. Take a seat on that bus of permanent nightmares, cold glares ruining what you thought were onward stares, blaring their strange form of ignorance out of bullhorns and fucking bus fare.
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I'm so fucking...
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