too basic for a simple maybe
unstable, rocks sliding down a mountain
on some vegetation, chewed up nature
bicker and write 1667 words a day
trying to be productive, not provocative
breathe some oxygen, go outside the basement
if only for a moment I'm tired of doing of favors
just to fake myself out and sell for a few dollars
hands getting hangnails, longevity
and real men ain't out there
boys lie, my thoughts are sprinting out of winter
sit here and I'll deadbolt the door
can't date any of my pack
hurricane warning, get out the interstate
anything to get free from you, no etiquette
dish out the old threads, no turning back and turning to salt
if I get out of here success, no warning
won't be because I pulled it out from my chest
made a mess, blood, flesh, heart stuffed in Chanel
or quilted double flap, a top made of denim
none of it's armor, all contour
paint it all in the lies, tattoos hidden under new shit
hands getting new nails, longevity's out there
leave your humanity out there, because real men don't exist
