Yesterday
Thirty-nine
Walls in the cage
All okay
Take the non-selfless image
Tie this, and self immolate
Cigs, lips, get my fix
Helplessly play
Splayed out, scattered
Fucked up awesomely
Pollock paints
And I'm flossing amok in ways
In between the teeth
By the skin of 'em
Escape death and do what I say
It takes a flu to make a comedown and remember the chains
That weren't on me
Chains that I lost
The chain that I lost
The chain that won't come back
Snatched away
Taken off
When I can't handle things
I cannot explain
Conversate
My state stays lame but she's great
Hugs plane some grounding
No, no tendencies towards hate
Somewhat floored everyday
Somewhat of a bore
Somewhat of a knowledge I am used
Stored
Using tor
Through some more bars
I blow it away
Poor planning could send me soared to stars
This outlandish art, yo
I am the best of me
I prefer for others to like me
Truthfully, being human is frightening
I want a place of my own
The word is not really taped, but known
Bomb codes, unspoken
I know today, mood bracelets show that
Comforting as it is stark
Fucking stupid pizza roll poems
Put together in the dark, and
You might listen to the voices and dreams
And make a meaning of ours
The universe is pointless, but
Puts the point to pads of thumbs
At worst I'm numb
My head once was
Drugs I have, I use
And capture fun
DMs don't fuck with me
Well, I don't fuck with them
I'm just done, I'm dumb
I need relief, a break
Asleep for days
Awaken, unsung
A fucking sweet fakeness reverberates through my lungs
I'm freaking breaking up crumbs
Walls in the cage
All okay
Take the non-selfless image
Tie this, and self immolate
Cigs, lips, get my fix
Helplessly play
Splayed out, scattered
Fucked up awesomely
Pollock paints
And I'm flossing amok in ways
In between the teeth
By the skin of 'em
Escape death and do what I say
It takes a flu to make a comedown and remember the chains
That weren't on me
Chains that I lost
The chain that I lost
The chain that won't come back
Snatched away
Taken off
When I can't handle things
I cannot explain
Conversate
My state stays lame but she's great
Hugs plane some grounding
No, no tendencies towards hate
Somewhat floored everyday
Somewhat of a bore
Somewhat of a knowledge I am used
Stored
Using tor
Through some more bars
I blow it away
Poor planning could send me soared to stars
This outlandish art, yo
I am the best of me
I prefer for others to like me
Truthfully, being human is frightening
I want a place of my own
The word is not really taped, but known
Bomb codes, unspoken
I know today, mood bracelets show that
Comforting as it is stark
Fucking stupid pizza roll poems
Put together in the dark, and
You might listen to the voices and dreams
And make a meaning of ours
The universe is pointless, but
Puts the point to pads of thumbs
At worst I'm numb
My head once was
Drugs I have, I use
And capture fun
DMs don't fuck with me
Well, I don't fuck with them
I'm just done, I'm dumb
I need relief, a break
Asleep for days
Awaken, unsung
A fucking sweet fakeness reverberates through my lungs
I'm freaking breaking up crumbs
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Writer(s): Timothy Kodner
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