Thursday

Passed Out By The City Lights

"I dont mind it if you're an overrated thinker.
I don't mind it if you're overrated."
At home you're not minding that you're overrated.
You'll never die without the title "Originator."
You always take the step forward in breathing in for the last time.
You fell in love with a mystery.
Being in the dark when life isn't done, you're stuck on the edge not knowing what creeps in the night.
Smoking more than just one bowl every night
you show no shame.
And I know, I won't be the one to see you in the arms of sleeping hours.
Here comes the sunlight, and to think you're not finished torturing yourself, here comes another blunt.
Well to believe you need comfort, you'll need to love your eye.
With your eyes you can catch all the flies that surround your head at night.
Eventually you pressure yourself, now I know you feel the need to drink. (Don't have any shame.)
Unlike you, you are not alone in this household.
The feelings you lost always roam when you're alone.
Late nights come with a prize from a tight hug of unoccupied emotions.
A box you put all your different mindsets are ready to see the sun shine on them.
They are in your mind.
Inhaling to forget the night.
Wanting to feel so much, missing yourself so much.
You're in your mind's mind.
Regardless of what is to come, even the remdy for your broken heart. Do not let yourself get caught, even for the night.
So much fun for you in the city, washed up drug dealers with their deals and dm's.
Have some faith, your true love is angered with his life, or she's just going through her stages of becoming one of you.
The mind is a wonderful place to start many journeys.
That road from Gables to Westchester hold a very special
place in your heart.
May you not want to keep denying, your endless desire to feel off guard. Drunk off that real childish tune, you still are fiending for some love.
Passed out drunk by a nice pizza place, wouldn't you like to start again?

If you love it let me hear you cough it up all over the pavement.
Sex felt too real had to check on yourself to make sure you're still a lady.
First you analyze, but you love the feeling of being touched by your favorite.
Lastly, if you had a basement to store your dead romance, would you?
Cory in the house, but you are laid back with a blunt in your hand.
You don't want no company, delete those posters.
Tell me you love me.
Took a while for you to touch me, all the shady shit they told you; I can get in your head.
"I been stressing yeah, I really need a lesson by myself."
Breathe me in baby, listen to me make you go "yeahhhhhh.."
"For sure."
Don't be afraid to say that it's over, you don't want anymore smoke filling your lungs.
Enjoy my first appearance here, but let me explain:
Once you reach the groggy stage, don't reach out for help baby, I'll be your remedy.
When I'm all alone in my room, I tend to get in my feelings.
I don't understand how these people want me, and go off into the distance.
Two blunts in my system can do as much damage as murder made from within your mind.
Tear drops in my eyes as I grabbed my mommas hand, and prayed for the next morning to not catch me by suprise.