Crushed.

I wanna to lose your mind in the matrix
Count sheep on a regular basis
Plant a pebble in a pallet of dust
That can feed off smiles and indelible trust
I wonder
How long I can clown to your face,
And will the watercolor melt before I round second base
Keep my shoes tied, mouth clean no dirt
Trade a couple long locks for the crease in my shirt
But
Lets talk about you
Turning heads heavy palms blacker than blue
Enough wagon for two, but luminescent till the day dies
The only sight sticking shame to the sunrise
Everyday, you're a poster on the wall
And I'm a Walter Mitty counting pennies til you call
Ed n' Eddy with the wit though
The man to let the breeze blow through your window, sugar let's disco
I could take you on a trip that won't believe
Bamboozle with my bread and butter expertise
I know talk is cheap, promises hard to keep
Right swipe honesty, riding into hyper-speed
Will you let me bite the bullet for a brass ring
And if not I apologize for asking

But for that southern glow
For that southern glow I would stoop so low

Stuck in limbo, tell me should I stay here or should I go

Hot hands for slow jams, a hundred grams
Blasting off inside my room

Caught in the pin of a pen stroke, I go for broke
Drunk confessing to the moon

Do you even know
You are the segue to my soul
I hope that one day I grow old
Grow old
With your hand

But until then mind over matter
No love lost when the earth was built to shatter
The egg shell drips from tessellated pattern
As I squeeze a last breath before the rocket-ship to Saturn

I tried my best
But can't resist

You don't care
Take my hand
If you care
Take my hand