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I've got letters inside of my drawer
that have 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 can't
One is to myself
but I don't what personality or hand to give it

I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never missed
Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a 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 other
from a different dresser I'm not ready to
I to the west 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 and feed on my medicine, but I don't like the way it tastes

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

When I'm hungry I can it
I hide in the
Check up on me every now and
Because my mood swings low...and I can 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 emails sit in my box. If you're a girl that I miss
You'll 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 untitled but...its the virus

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

"The sum of the parts doesn't equal the whole," she
Before my get home I'll take
time to find the of our relationship
and back 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 asked for a without deserving one.
If you never saw me cry
wait for the next time I up on the wrong side of the floor

I've got letters inside of my drawer
that have been sent by now
in an envelope
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 personal
Unopened...filled with endless

I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip
Now I wear parenthesis on my temples, step to the podium and just
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 quick
So I wake up screaming for you to me
what I start every day off with

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

Explanations are in order for why these floor boards are always
I guess it'll all make sense 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 will will probably weaken

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

I slumber in one position. up an fetal like.
And the sucks 'cause 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
where I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
It's to just keep to myself

Its better to keep to myself

Its better to keep to myself