Thursday Night

Bitches are like stiches, pull em out and you will start to bleed
Coursing are the memories of wasted time and ecstasy
You were just ingredients for failure to the recipe, too much salt
Too much sweet, too much hate would have come between
How obscene your future queen, how is life on the murder scene?
How can I refrain myself from making those mistakes again?
Oh, my god, here we go, looking down it's vertigo
I be getting dizzy from bitches mental's forever more
People never take it slow, rushing love they tend to panic
Fuck it up they turn to addicts, acting out when life's a tragic
They think it's magic when one another do come together
I think it's stupid when they think that this shit last forever
Yes, I'm craving what appears in my dreams, searching is so dire when it's not what it seems
To friends, to foes, to all that I forget, blessed are the roads that we live with regret

Let me tell you how I'm feeling, all tonight, living life like it be alright
Living life never losing sight, living life let it pass me by

I just need a couple questions to be answered
Curious who killed the cat, who caught my tongue, that bastard
What's forever lasting? Is the future passing?
Is my past harassing my current thoughts and my passion
Furthermore, where's the constant thrill you find in action?
I will not afford to lose another with attraction
Here my time's elapsing, it's ticking and tocking
There ain't no time to ponder for that one you wont catch me stopping
So those days are now over, far from those feelings and closure
I'm moving closer to living life as a new Casanova
No more roses to hand out to the rude and ungrateful
Only given thanks to the ones that are thankful
To my friends, to my fam, to the ones that I say can
To my mum and paps that know the future lay within my hands
I'm the only one I need you best believe I know it
My name's 'Steven Adam', bitch, and I'm the stoic poet