Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you

Working towards Common goals

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day

I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple

I don’t sense much about the futur… I don’t remember a lot about the p… All I know is this blessed presen… A gift that too shall pass

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be Jesus Chr… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble