This is a song about "Table for one at a lonely caffe"

And as i lay one board at a time rooted in rhyme.

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

An still blaming me but we sit at the same table for dinner

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Put the haters on a table, i dont need a fucking label/

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely

Look it something they can't ever see

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I turned into something they never became

Such a lonely boy, who brought a small town so much fame.

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table