Like an ashtray
Hidden in
The corner of a room
That I'm not
Confess I have kept
All that I create
Confess I have
Locals read me
Like I'm not supposed to be where I
Watch for the ones who want the war in you
Stick
Tick tock, the clock of time and beauty
Mid-life crisis is
"I'm going to be with you", I said
And what it
Georgia's coming back to claim my brother's half
But my full
Bigfoot step over me
Spare me from embarrassing defeat
Numb to the
Strung up, tuned to the key of anxiety
He watches intently
Stayed
The AST took my baby from me
There is no touching
I see no ground or sky
I don't not see people
And
