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I've got some inside of my drawer
that should been stamped and delivered
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 to myself
but I know what personality 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 the mistrust, its what 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 other
from a different I'm not ready to address
I went to the to get my mind off things and I'm already depressed
I give up. Get let down. play. Play games. Put on my game face
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't 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 dust
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 I can taste it
I in the basement
Check up on me 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 flop on the ground 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 a girl that I miss
You'll get my virtual good bye kiss
The are addressed to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"
And the one for myself is untitled but...its the same

My wrists get on your shoulder blades
when I lose my grip while I hold your
Let it drip on golden 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, peddling my bike at a slower

"The sum of the parts equal the whole," she states
Before my parents get home take
to find the fragments of our relationship
and glue together this broken vase.

Falling in is easy. Falling out of love 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 next time I wake up on the side of the floor

I've got some inside of my drawer
that should been sent by now
Sealed in an
One is to my ex
and it says I feel our friendship's a joke
One is to my friend
and it says his on coke
And one is addressed to myself on a 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 and kiss myself to sleep at night

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

I may talk shit, but there ain't much 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 to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are 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 on weekends
Unless we're together, because my will power 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 sucks 'cause my feet are like...given no space to breathe
while I embrace my

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

Its better to just keep to

Its to just keep to myself