No Head

Patience
I'm out of it

"You're out of line, let's talk about it"

Yeah
What about it?

Mistakes and problems, I keep them shrouded
Not even my hindsight is allowed in

(Such a sweet taste of light)
Your breath of sun-ray on my chest
(Something good that could be mine)
Blinding lights appear when they come for my arrest

You're a sitting duck
They're a flock of birds
Some are cursed with luck
Others are lucky to be cursed

I've got negative thoughts
That make plans come to naught
Half a page of scribbled lines
My brain begins to rot

Thought I had time on my side
But I don't

I'll just walk this earth without my goddamn head screwed on right



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Cantu
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