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

I'm a God misfit...mismatched, but never missed much
Mr with a long face until our lips touch
I don't miss the mistrust, its got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up 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 to the west to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed
I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my game
my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes

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

When I'm hungry I can it
I in the basement
Check up on me now and then
Because my mood swings low...and I can feel myself going down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Its to just keep to myself

Its to just keep to myself