best believe i’ma write this about you
i miss you but i don’t even know you,
talked to you about twice sometime in the morning,
wasn’t sure if you were feeling me or if i was just boring,
now i really just wish i got the chance to know you…
These men with these NY accents really got a hold on me. Wellll only some
what i recovered
these insomniac nights are quickly taking their toll,
making me lose sleep over the things I can’t control.
It’s gone but i’m learning i just need to give it time,
to gain back this little thing i call my piece of mind.
days grow short while i’m falling narcoleptic,
trying to hold my composure through a dazing perspective.
words mumble from my mouth spitting nonsense,
makes me feel like i’m living out of context.
i wanna go back to the way it was before,
laughing till i felt it deep down inside my core.
falling fast asleep dreaming about nothing in particular,
just knowing that everything is positive on the interior.
till then i’ll lay awake with my eyes open wide,
wondering what happened to all the sanity in my life.
literally just wrote the dopest shit and thought it saved…
fuck this bullshit ass technology that i’m currently using to express my thoughts