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I've got letters inside of my drawer
that should have stamped and delivered
One is to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be with
One is to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't
One is to myself
but I don't know what 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 touch
I don't the mistrust, its what got our messages mixed up
Before I rip up your letters let us see if I can tear you from his clutch

This stuff's a other drawer
a different dresser 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. Down play. Play games. Put on my game
Face my pharmecudial needs and feed on my medicine, but I like the way it tastes

I go place to without enough money to put a bed under me
So I share my space with rodents, insects, and dust bunnies
I laugh at the I've created 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 hungry I can it
I hide in the
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 takes a bit of ass
I'd rather listen to myself flop on the ground 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 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 to my friends and the subject line is "Just check this fine bitch"
And the one for is untitled but...its the same virus

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

"The sum of the parts equal the whole," she states
Before my parents get home take
time to find the fragments of our
and glue back together this 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 kiss without one.
If you saw me cry before
wait for the time I wake up on the wrong side of the floor

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

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

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

I may talk shit, but there much else to do in this prison cell
And lucky for me no one listens well...especially when I dis
fly away on a pig when my living hell freezes over
And since I'm to the cold I'll be able to rest my head on Jesus' shoulder

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

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

I slumber in one position. Crouched up an like.
And the couch sucks my feet are like...given no space to breathe
I embrace my knees

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

Its better to just keep to

Its better to keep to myself