Pluto
• Written by Wait
Steamy Smoke, Ripping Through These Notes
Fresh Bowl Of Artichoke, Art I Spoke
Can't Let This Focus Go, Stroll To Rose
I Created These Highs And Lows Fly To Sol, In The Fold
I Wanted A Better Hand,
Shred Those Plans,
Debt To Death Amount
To As Much As I Can Withstand
Swisher Paints A Picture Maybe
It Wasn't Vivid And I Was Tone Deaf
To Seeking Liquer Liquids
Mixture Was Drunk Induced
And I Wish I Had More TO Say To You
Where Do I Fit In The Scheme Of Things?
What Imagery Does That Bring?
Used TO Revolve Around Me Like Saturns Rings
Tatttered Dreams Like
WHat Does That Hope Just Mean?
Coached Some Things
But We Still Lost
Approach This Thing
Without A Even Cause
How Can I Cross Out Of Crosse
Jumpy Like Motorcross
X-Games Been A
Shameful Thing I Have To Admit
We Played This
Game And I Guess Thats It
No Need To Climb To New Heights
We Already Reached Mt Everest
Is This Effortless
Or Am I Just Losing Meaning?
In That Altima, I Pictured Saving The World
This Wasn't Ultima
Which Would You Paint Me With
, Runes Or Glyphs
Tuned Out On Those Clips
Wasn't A Point I
Could Really Fix
And If My Ideas
Furlough In That Mist
I Admit I Wasn't
Really Built For This
Seeing Patterns
Like Maybe Twisted
Like 666 Or The Exorcist
Seven Deadly Sins
But Maybe I Need To Let It Go
This Was Too
Much For Me
Maybe If I Was Born In Philly
Or Sacramento
I Wouldn't Of Been This Minnow
Swimming In The Waters Of Jaws
And Seeing Hate As Love
Tapped Up With Camouflage
Lets Be Honest You Broke
Your Promise And Branded It
As Me Taking You For Granted
Won't Understand It We
Grew Up To Different Standards
Offset By Us Living
On Different Planets
Typical About The Mars
And Venus Trope
Kind Of Harsh Ive Always
Been On Pluto Though
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Wait
Member since July 24 2014