540AM and the rain is still pitter-pattering outside, like the mornings id wake up wrapped up in you on my bed which we could barely fit on. lips grazing your forehead as lightly as the first rays of light peak through the window shades. you never wanted to let me go but i never called in to work. i’d leave you with goodbye kisses and i love yous that weren’t ever enough to fill that empty space you’d wake up to, still warm from when i should have just stayed. i never took the time to make you breakfast in bed and i waned to marry you for all the wrong reasons.
Your eyes make me shy.
exactly what I needed see.
there ain’t no sense in stressing bout it
you don’t let yaself live in it so how the hell you gon know how to feel about it
but I can’t even hate on you youngin being broken and bitter was a common reoccurance tryna function with a stubborn spirit
convinced to take no guidance and given no reassurance that the reasons why you fight back ain’t nothing to be ashamed of
so for the sake of respect
you put shame on everything
they wish you was instead…
the views around here may not compare to enjoying a weekend, but they sure calm my angry ass down.
Leaves are back in season. Check your heart rate, don’t let the beat drop. #downtown #seattle
I… uh.. mm.. nah, fuck it nevermind.