(It contains an interpolation from "The Dark and All His Friends", written by Jack Wolf and released in the book "A Scream for Freedom".)
Call me when you wanna know me
By now, just know I ain't here just kidding
My name sounds like a fucking headache
Ten times later, you got hypochondriac
I'd like to hear you say my name
But I guess you'll refuse it 'til the end
So I'm gonna live my normal life
As if you're not that important
I can't say I have seven diamond rings
Just got money enough to make me happy
My friends are like gold to my mind
They lift me up more than you ever did
Rapid eye movement, retrospect of life in your eyes
Just when you know you're about to die
And only then you realize what you should've done
Should've came into my heart before I locked it up
And I'll start dancing around
As long as the world stops going round
My writing abilities are way too notorious, man
Got Taylor on a shoulder, Kanye on the other one
Who I should listen to when I wanna feel high?
That's a question you can't answer to me now
You like the bad things I used to do with you
And I like the good things I do ever since I left you
See? We're not on the same page today
Yeah, I can't come to the phone, try again later
Sometimes I dream with a nation who knows me
And supports me in my personal decisions
Sometimes I dream with my mind knowing the best for me
And I think of myself doing all those things
But I wake up and I'm still young, dumb and broke
If you can't help me with money, then just leave
'Cause I got one hand in my little jeans pocket
And the other hand is stuck to my cell phone
And I'll start dancing around
As long as the world stops going round
I know I'll be alright someday, but it won't be easy
You know someday you'll learn to live without me
But as long as we keep running in circles
We'll never get over each other in this shit
I know I'll be alright someday, but it won't be easy
You know someday you'll learn to live without me
But as long as we keep running in circles
We'll never get over each other in this shit
YOU ARE READING
the screams after freedom
Poetrymy soul screamed, but no one was there to hear it. these are my screams after freedom.