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

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

This stuff's a other drawer
from a different dresser I'm not 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 pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I don't the way it tastes

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

I'm hungry I can taste it
I in the basement
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 to myself flop on the ground than hear the sound of a mattress spring
I rap and sing and talk and and often type with 2 fingers
The "hunt and kill"
I edit one third of a word per

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

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

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

Falling in love is easy. out of love takes a bit of practice
I'm good at both without even a mattress
I asked for a kiss without deserving one.
If you saw me cry before
for the next time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor

I've got some letters of my drawer
that 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 says his on coke
And one is addressed to on a personal note
Unopened...filled with quotes

I spoke, they'd close me in and bust my lip
Now I wear 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 ground is awfully quick
So I up screaming for you to catch me
what I start every day off with

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 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'

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

my appreciation for the current condition
because I'm sick of feeling 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
That's where I these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
It's better to just keep to

Its better to just to myself

Its better to just to myself