Poison

Comparing scars before dinner
          	Jump off the booth into the mirror
          	Felt like summer
          	To my December
          	Was it my August?
          	Shit, I don't remember
          	(Two, three, go)
          	I know my temperature was set
          	You finally flew south
          	The bird gon' leave the nest, it's so comedic
          	At least I had it (uh)
          	Instead of never
          	Or maybe I'm too dramatic
          	(Two, three, go)...
          	
          	
          	GONE, GONE/THANK YOU.
          	Tyler, the Creator.