walking down the street alone

boulevard of broken dreams

It seems I’m living in my own

fill the void by writing songs

I never release

like my journal is my therapist

talkin to me

Let’s put some thoughts in the breeze

I’m airbrushing these words

malfunctioning cursed

aberration of sadness that’s mixed with Hennessy first

I don’t mean to the be the person

that’s obstructing your worth

there ain’t a lottery ticket that’s worth you in the world

look—

Shadow boxing demons I don’t believe the angels

I’m frisbeeing all your halos

watched Cupid play hot potato

with our hearts and shit

don’t get involved again

you might slip and fall in love

Sky dancing with all the doves

i think you from up above

the clouds and the stars alike

and when i see the sun

I’m jus kissing the sky goodnight

and i guess that the feelings right

earth is shifting again

feel the axis on its wobble

i been drinking again

fuck