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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 lived
One is addressed to my
it says I'm a mess so y'all visit
One is to myself
but I don't know what or hand to give it

I'm a God damn misfit...mismatched, but never much
Mr Right-time-wrong-place with a long face 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 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 game
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 sleeping space with rodents, insects, and bunnies
I laugh at the mess I've created for myself it gets unfunny
But I'm in the fact that they don't expect respect, sex, love, or trust from me

I'm hungry I can taste it
I in the basement
up on me every now and then
Because my mood 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 of a mattress spring
I rap and sing and and write and often type with 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
You'll eventually get my virtual 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 get slit on your shoulder blades
when I lose my grip while I hold face
Let it on your golden laced silver slip...
all over the place
I'd lay my jacket the blood puddle 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 the whole," she states
Before my parents get I'll take
time to the fragments of our relationship
and glue together this broken vase.

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

I've got some letters of my drawer
that have been sent by now
in an envelope
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 to myself on a personal note
Unopened...filled with quotes

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

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

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

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

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

I in one position. Crouched up an fetal like.
And the sucks 'cause my feet are like...given no space to breathe
while I my knees

So its off to the floor because I can't sleep anywhere
where I write these letters to all of y'all but never send 'em
It's better to keep to myself

Its better to keep to myself

Its better to just to myself