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I've got some inside of my drawer
should 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 addressed to my
it says I'm a so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to
but I don't know what personality or to give it

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

This a whole other drawer
from a dresser I'm not ready to address
I went to the west to get my off things and I'm already depressed
I give up. Get let down. Down play. Play games. Put on my face
Face my 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 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 expect respect, sex, love, or trust me

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

Falling off is easy. Getting put on 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 and talk and write and often type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill"
I edit one of a word per second

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 is "Just check this fine bitch"
And the one for myself is but...its the same virus

My wrists get on your shoulder blades
when I my grip 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 we'd go on dates
to prove that I'm a gentleman, peddling my bike at a slower

"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she
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 without even a mattress
I never asked for a without deserving one.
If you never saw me cry
wait for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the

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

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

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

I may talk shit, but there ain't much else to do in this cell
And lucky for me no one listens well...especially I dis myself
I'll fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes
And I'm used to the cold 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
then, I'll have no reason to sleep in. Not even on weekends
Unless we're together, because my power will probably weaken

Deepen my for the current 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 feet are like...given no to breathe
I embrace 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 send 'em
It's to just keep to myself

Its better to just to myself

Its better to keep to myself