7-21-17
Live so good
That we turn the tables
Bottoms up
Wires jump off the speaker cables
She's a diamond,
Dirty floors,
Her eyes catch light
Been here before-
Wrote on it in blue
While I locked the door.
Paranoia skies
Couch for four.
She's choked on lies,
So I say no more,
She flaunts lifestyle,
Crosses court.
I never chased love but it found me,
Not a believer but it doubts me.
Streets show me love like a crowdplease,
Off my dick while I blow loud sleaze.
Sick of writing for what's lived and died,
He drinks Jack now, keeps his tongue tied
I guess Ill admit I'm not the same either,
Thinking I lost what was once mine.
You've heard that news,
Sure it found a way down the line,
But that's not the reason for the shade
And we may be a bit different now,
But we still hold true to our names.
And you've got empty bottles
And a house of darkness that'll never change.
The people come and go,
Merge in and out like a highway lane.
And these spilled confessions hide,
And only for me, they'll wait,
See it written on the walls
Veiled by the clean paint,
That once had a reason
To look like a Saint,
Joined the club, and learned to get baked.
I do believe this one speaks,
In the littlest ways
Like where the roof leaks.
Or the drip that proves
We know how to peak.
Stain me,
I'm connected further than you think,
Be careful, love,
For my words overflow these sinks.
He's drowning,
And I'm trying not to sink
In marijuana smoke,
Crazier than the reasons it links
Me to sanity,
Wondering what's now left of me.
There's a bed a room over,
But this house can't Rest In Peace.
- (m.m)
Based on coming back to the house that From The Bottles To The Basement was about.
7-25-17
Different vibe up here,
Touch like a feeling
That I threw away twice,
And the risk of
Lying and trying to keep
An honest kind of life.
We're not clean enough
To miss
The jagged edge of a knife.
Grass grows from your thoughts,
And your eyes fill with dirt,
Looking through the spaces,
Wondering what's beneath
My artificial phases.
Run your fingers like a river's current
Over my lip,
Pull me down,
If the rush is worth it.
Could trust you with my breaths,
Keep them somewhere
Between your fingers and my neck.
Find myself drowning,
Intake so sharp
I'm swallowing blades
I've got this habit of a drug,
Starts with your name.
Baby, this kind of crossing
Is a religious fate,
Tangled in the words
That put us to blame.
Wine stained pine needles,
We're trusting instinct,
Talking something spacey,
Have I told you how I've been in love with you lately?
Blushed bottles put a color to me,
And you'll recognize
The truth of what it means.
Starlight drips off the branches,
And we keep it there by dawn,
So we're not alone when we have it,
If we've been searching, why has it taken so long?
Gloss my eyes over,
And talk a little sweeter
When we're sober.
I'll hang from your frame,
Like a tee shirt,
Make me weightless.
Natural attraction,
It's far too late,
To pray for these actions,
- (m.m)
^ written to House Of Balloons / Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd
7-24-17 rap
Tell you I don't need you but we know I'm pretending
I don't even know why I think it'll help the ending
Letting go, can't do it to these skeletons
They've taught me love from the levels of hell they've been
I got random people asking how I been
Others wanna know what the fuck I bent
Was it the night, the whole story, or the secret kept
Guess it doesn't matter, I just haven't been my best
May be wasting away but I'm in love with it
Is that validation for how good it is or how bad it could get?
Other than drugs, you're what I love, so I thank you for your shit
You've been nothing but a Saint from the start of it
I keep fucking you over so you'll see how hard it is
To love what the fuck this artist is,
You're there when life tears me apart again
Took one person to show me how to love so hard again
That I could change myself, but that love was a cardigan
Now the weather's hot, but this room's getting cold
Used to worry what you were told,
I'll admit it was easier, than watching me be the reason you get old
Does the weight ever leave?
Or does it drop to the bottom of my feet,
Just to see if I'll sink?
I know you don't have the answers but see,
These people don't know me,
Maybe you don't either,
But you know some shit that made others leave,
They had to step outta the room, cause it was hard to breathe
I think honesty is the death of me,
But my grave is covered in lies
You see me talk about it like I've already died,
But life is nothing without death in my eyes
We live the way we do cause it'll end sometime
It swings both ways, with the ends untied
Just to say there's uncertainty
But how do you be certain?
Thoughts change on the way things are asserted
And love changes when you think you don't deserve it
Home's worthless when it's nothing but hurting
Look at the sky from the cracks in my curtains
Wondering who sees it too,
There's more out there than just me and you
I can promise we're not the only two
Who lean against each other,
Even though the structure, is bound to burn
Trust is something you not only earn,
But you should give it back,
I'm in pain but I still love cause I've learned
Talking to somebody, you can't see the knives in their back
Or blades in their teeth,
They can kiss you and paint a picture so sweet
But your mouth's just bloody, with the need
Maybe they hurt you but what's their reason?
We all got motives behind the treason
I'm way too cold for this fucking season
I'm higher than the trees and
I think myself is all I'll ever believe in
Haven't left yet, just don't know where to begin
I know these past years, but not where they're leading
I wish they'd take me away,
But I'd die to hear what they say
That's irony, cause I'll never live to see that day
Let the coffin be a nightmare,
One I'm never leaving,
Cause love's too good, gotta pick up darker pieces,
My eyes will rot, circles and they bleeding
Life's one big trip, how the hell you feeling?
Not a lie to say I've lived,
I've loved, I've lost, and I've been through shit
You can feel the same, but there's something you don't get
Maybe my story has already been,
But we all come out of it different,
So how do you judge somebody for the drugs in their kitchen,
When you couldn't offer enough love and just listen?
Who gives a fuck if you did or you didn't,
Just gotta be genuine and give a real image,
Fuck the world if they don't wanna get it,
Cause you're the only one who's gotta fucking live it
- (m.m)
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