They said we looked great together
I said does it even fucking matter

Muffled sarcastic laughter
I recycle disasters
It’s just to bad I’m trashed

Overwhelmed and independently
Struggling
Listen close I promise this ain’t mumble
Grab a hold before
It’s to late to react
I promise I’m bounce back

Sitting sideways
Shooting from the hip
It’s not a drive by
When playing Russian roulette
Light another cigarette
While humming a verse lacking
Content

I hold you in contempt
But I’m lock myself inside
This is my final attempt
Maybe I can salvage my
Penmanship

I heard it’s personally permanent
The only way I know to leave a
Mark