Ass-backwards talking is the new trend!?
you don’t take strides anymore, only
smoke breaks and morning
headaches to explain
you aspire to live in the tropics,
but nothing you do now will
bring to to your ivory coast when
you decide to waste youself to familar
experiened concrete and polluted oxygen.
So you hire narcotics to quench your
eyes with beaches, lights and
excuses for your darkness.
Don’t know whether from
the cigarettes or the commercialism,
or from the swear words
we found on our
but in your own room, you overwhelm
with nostalgics you can't have back
so your toxic friends Molly, Swigs, and
Puff obligate you to be what you're not.
The throne you seek
can't lend you a seat until
you give up too many belligerent
trips to the toilet.
You have become too comfortable
to where your
way out of the hole is not to
Climb our way out
but digging our way down.
They call you the
and I have to disagree
Only thing that's in with you
is trouble that'll never reach paradise
because you're too busy
taking fake smile selfies
no one taught you it
is okay to stay home sometimes
no one left you your own life to live
now you feel it routine to
settle for an endless dark night
when they'res many mornings
waiting for you
behind your curtain.