pain
i hope you make it out alive before the devil gets you.
if the world is ever cruel to you and it upsets you,
just know that you are welcome into my imagination.
the problem with creating what you see's regurgitation.
a cup of fine coffee never seems to be enough.
my god, my phone is going 90, trying to call your bluff,
but i think there is loyalty in you for many reasons;
before we say ever 'i love you', let's surpass these seasons.
dirty intuitions; tendencies - they always lie.
giving you the world i crafted in a suit and tie
doesn't seem to be the worst idea in my mind.
you defined me as somebody who is intertwined
with a different kind of style; am i worth your while?
i hope you make it out alive before the devil smiles
you in the face and then your world is laced
with a feeling of imprisonment and fast-paced
living. i think...