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

I'm a God misfit...mismatched, but never missed much
Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face until our lips
I don't miss the mistrust, its got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you from his clutch

This stuff's a whole other
from a different 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 face
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it

I go place to place enough money to put a bed under me
So I my sleeping space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies
I at the mess I've created for myself until it gets unfunny
But I'm content in the fact that they don't respect, sex, love, or trust from me

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

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

Your sit in my unsent box. If you're a girl that I miss
eventually get my virtual good 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 shoulder blades
when I lose my while I hold your face
Let it drip on your laced silver slip...
spilling all the place
I'd lay my jacket over the blood puddle when we'd go on
to prove that I'm a gentleman, my bike at a slower pace

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

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

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

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

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

I may talk shit, but there much else to do in this prison cell
And for me no one listens well...especially when I dis myself
I'll fly away on a pig when my living freezes over
And since I'm to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

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

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

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

So its off to the floor because I sleep anywhere else
That's where I these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
better to just keep to myself

Its to just keep to myself

Its to just keep to myself