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I've got some letters inside of my
that should been stamped and delivered
One is to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who be lived with
One is to my friends
it I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to
but I don't know what or hand to give it

I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but missed much
Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a face until our lips touch
I don't miss the mistrust, its got our messages mixed up
I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you away from his clutch

This stuff's a whole drawer
a different dresser I'm not ready to address
I went to the west to get my mind off and I'm already depressed
I give up. Get let down. play. Play games. Put on my game face
Face my pharmecudial needs and on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes

I go place to place without money to put a bed under me
So I share my sleeping with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies
I laugh at the mess created for myself until it gets unfunny
But I'm content in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or from me

When I'm I can taste it
I hide in the
up on me every now and then
Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself down again

off is easy. Getting put on takes a bit of ass kissing
I'd rather listen to myself flop on the than hear the sound of a mattress spring
I rap and sing and talk and write and often type 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill"
I edit one of a word per second

Your emails sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl I miss
You'll eventually get my virtual bye kiss
The rest are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just this fine bitch"
And the one for is untitled but...its the same virus

My wrists get slit on your blades
when I my grip while I hold your face
Let it drip on golden laced silver slip...
all over the place
I'd lay my over the blood puddle when we'd go on dates
to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a pace

"The sum of the doesn't equal the whole," she states
my parents get home I'll take
time to find the fragments of our
and glue together this broken vase.

Falling in love is easy. Falling out of love a bit of practice
I'm good at both without owning a mattress
I never asked for a kiss deserving one.
If you saw me cry before
wait for the next time I wake up on the side of the floor

I've got some letters of my drawer
that should have been by now
Sealed in an
One is to my ex
and it says that I feel our friendship's a
One is addressed to my
and it says his ex-girlfriend's on
And one is to myself on a personal note
Unopened...filled with quotes

Whenever I spoke, they'd close me in and my lip
Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just
Whenever lonely I shrink...hold myself...squeezing
Before I sprawl out on the hardwood floor and myself to sleep at night

I have dreams of flight, but I'm not
The is approaching awfully quick
So I up screaming for you to catch me
That's what I every day off with

I may talk shit, but ain't much else to do in this prison cell
And lucky for me no one listens well...especially I dis myself
I'll fly away on a pig my living hell freezes over
And since I'm used to the I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

Explanations are in order for why floor boards are always freezing
I guess it'll all sense once we get older and reach the Age of Reason
Until then, I'll have no to sleep in. Not even on weekends
Unless we're together, my will power will probably weaken

Deepen my appreciation for the condition
I'm sick of always feeling like something is missing.

I slumber in one position. Crouched up an like.
And the couch sucks my feet are like...given no space to breathe
I embrace my knees

So its off to the floor I can't sleep anywhere else
That's I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
It's to just keep to myself

Its better to just to myself

Its better to keep to myself