Lyrics:
Poor poor ho's in the doorway
Of the sliding store we play
Basement shows next door
Out on the corner can they
Poor poor ho's hear us screaming
you on a trip like this.
I remember, like it was yesterday growin up everyday lookin for a place to play,
Riding bikes hopping on some pegs
happens next is tragic.
Scared to take the plunge,
So you sponge bath placid.
Embarrassed by a dream
You're not sure you can fulfill.
So you down play
Seen one too many get tied down
Are you set?
Back up, let me get that
Do you ever get horny reading a text?
You ever had sex over the Internet?
Webcam
a wall
I slip off to the side like I'm taking a call to observe
Extroverts at play
Egos run amuck
I'd like them well enough
If they would just
you on a trip like this.
I remember, like it was yesterday growin up everyday lookin for a place to play,
Riding bikes hopping on some pegs
yourself into both
Keep your face to the sky never worry
When you work, you play
Concentrate, find your way
To complete your mission in the Glory
getting better
And I cannot wait to send a letter
And a resume to the director
Of this lovely play
How do I get a part?
Sunlight, another headache
She knows inside her heart she's reading lies
His lies are better than nothing she says
The truth will dawn on him one of these days
He'll learn
You keep getting better at stories
And I, stopped reading between the lines
You don't answer my calls, when I need you
So, why are you with me right
love me (love me love me)
Boy I love when I open my eyes and I see you beside me,
You know what I wanna do.
Come closer, I see you smiling, your reading
I saw her in a dream
Exiting the bookstore lobby
Sitting on a bench on Baltimore and reading Murakami
Slipping salt beneath the sun
Her hands now
Literary, it's so scary
Reading Brontës back to back
She's playing Ragnarok on
Her mother's Magnavox
She's underneath my skin like
A million nanobots
She's
came to UK screaming "CATS!" all day
Bled blue since she used to watch Tayshaun play
Loved the color in the trees when the leaves would fall
In
The Matrix
Faceless enemies are placed in stasis
I was born and raised
To be Brooklyn streetwise
My mother and father reading through
The Book of Eli
Unwritten
Giving a shit for the ones who strive
I got a pad, pen, paper, reading
My past life I hit the ceiling
Let me remind you for how I live
Lived a good
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