This Song Is a Poem To Myself
Dear Shawn,
What's goin' on? Not much to say
Jus' checkin' in witcha tryna see what's wrong today
I know there's gotta be somethin' kickin' your bruises
How's the love, how's the job, how's the self-abusiveness?
Gotta lot to lose, it's breakin' ya shoulders
So ya letcha paranoia place ya bets for ya
Too many cigarettes messin' up your voice
Too many arguments tryna test your poise
The only women that love you are girls and family
Mom has no choice, but these girls come and go randomly
No heavy rotation in any location
You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
Plus you're gettin' old, your rep is exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it
Postin' for these kids that'chu don't know
When you should be at home wit'chur own
Instead you're on your telephone
Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world
Another drunk hotel bedroom
Grown-up crawled up like a naked fetus, come and save him, Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done
and love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone
Your friends says "Hey, man", your Dad says "What's up"
and Me? I wanna thank you but I won't, I'll just say "good luck"
I think this is my way of saying fuck my livejournal.
As much as I DON'T post, I might as well stop.
I've got too much shit to worry about right now.
Thanks to anyone that actually read and kept up with this shit.
What's goin' on? Not much to say
Jus' checkin' in witcha tryna see what's wrong today
I know there's gotta be somethin' kickin' your bruises
How's the love, how's the job, how's the self-abusiveness?
Gotta lot to lose, it's breakin' ya shoulders
So ya letcha paranoia place ya bets for ya
Too many cigarettes messin' up your voice
Too many arguments tryna test your poise
The only women that love you are girls and family
Mom has no choice, but these girls come and go randomly
No heavy rotation in any location
You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
Plus you're gettin' old, your rep is exhausted
Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it
Postin' for these kids that'chu don't know
When you should be at home wit'chur own
Instead you're on your telephone
Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world
Another drunk hotel bedroom
Grown-up crawled up like a naked fetus, come and save him, Jesus
Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done
and love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone
Your friends says "Hey, man", your Dad says "What's up"
and Me? I wanna thank you but I won't, I'll just say "good luck"
I think this is my way of saying fuck my livejournal.
As much as I DON'T post, I might as well stop.
I've got too much shit to worry about right now.
Thanks to anyone that actually read and kept up with this shit.