GODDAMN
i feel weak
like i’ve been too tired to sleep
my worries go unmatched & unmet
but i ain’t tryna sound upset
i just wanna be all the things you need
it’s not easy & i’m feelin sleazy
whenever i plead with you to drop me a clue
just one fuckin scooby snack
& i promise i’ll pack my shit and get up out of here
get up out of your hair
please, shaggy, i’m lost
& it’s costing me my happiness
your mystery is just too hazardous
i keep coughing & chokin on the smoke
you’ve been using to soothe your mind,
but where the fuck is mine?
& why should i be lyin about how it aches
i know you ain’t hatin but i’m gettin the shakes
cuz you keep me waitin, standing by the sidelines
& starin as you unwind from the core
& all the shit you’ve swallowed starts to pour
it’s goddamn unfortunate that we can’t be alone
without distractions like a fuckin’ cell phone
put down the device & take some advice
if you feel like playin nice for once in your miserable life
it’s all gonna be
ALRIGHT
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