Lizard king, these witches sing, compare me to a ring, my voice all acoustic, like a church, but at least I know where the fucking truth's at, you knew that- the ditches in, the river, and we praying to a sky, that eats pollution for dinner, so far from deserving but we all wanna be a winner, and fake the fact we're sinners. Baby shut your mouth, I'm no fucking beginner. Typing, my fingers like snake, it's your body that I take, watch me slither- doorframe in my body, keep it cracked, pupils like a sliver, golden on the outside, they roast me for dinner, forking at my faults, but I'm above all the quitters, drunk on white wine, on the floor, made of glitter, I'll keep type type type, all the streets spill at night, and I could find, the middle, dawn and dusk don't fight, they only slip into extremes and carry on its the little, things that really count, at the end of the day, and all the world is running out, cut the resource cut the ties, im binging I could tide, and I didn't, meet every aspect of right, you held standard for me through the deserts of your mind, to get where I am, no drugs I'm just high, it's 3am and I'm sober, what a lie. The internet cares, more than we deny, I accept the voices in my head, and tell them to shine, blogging on Tumblr, designer bags just for my eyes, the bitch is heavy like a rain, like blues, and gray skies, Bob Dylan's in the kitchen, think he cooking some crack, and I don't blame his point of view when the world just talks wack, throw it in reverse and let your ego die, I have troubles letting go, don't try to take shit back, don't try to paint shit black.
- (m.m)