Read This If You Love Me Or If You Are Bored Its Just Me Writing My Head Off

i might drift off
and if i do then my words will carry dear
and if i can’t hold a melody that isn’t interesting, then why cant i put to my name maybe its going to be ashame
and if, and if i melt my hair with a flame
and if this candlelight only brings me to the top of my eye game
but me telling you i vow my stories and you know that i delt with my own ****
can you hear the keyboard clicks?
or is it just me?
i need another chemical fix, im running on empty and i just cant see whats wrong with me
and i am shaking
but not out of desperation
and i am shaking
maybe it is desperation
and denial is on my brain
and i cant think twice
cuz if i do then maybe i would sacrifice
what i found in the first place.
and keeping still is hard
and you know i just cant do it
any longer, its just so hard to get through it
i wish i had a sheet where i was writing all these words off of
but i dont and there’s no music in the background
i only got a flame thats lighting up my face and hopefully making attractive places seem closer to me this is just my sorry attempt to being sexy
can you hear it in my tone?
can you tell me on the telephone?
can you sense an awkward pause when i cant seem to think of the next word thats gonna strain from my fingertips and you know that i just cant figure out whats gonna be my next fix
could it be a cigarette? no i quit.
i dont know that you can think of me too
and all the ladies and gentlemen
this poem will be through soon
dont, dont break
and dont tell me what you wanna do
you need to be fake
to understand how i feel
understand what im going through
to maybe realize what i am thinking is real, real, real
this it where it picks up picks up picks up
this it where it repeats repeats repeats
every word that i must say and maybe you might think of what i do i do i do
maybe im right im right im right
i might stress a little bit i might sh sh shiver
and you might think twice about what you do cuz you might lose what you maybe think about hey hey
and maybe if i lit this match a little earlier and maybe if i lit this wax a little later
maybe everything would be different
and maybe maybe we call it the butterfly effect.
we call it ah ah call it ah ah we call it a deep breath
and the stereo that cant catch me
and a passion and a passion that cant stay on.

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