To the kids I’m a mystery

Is it twisted the other way around?

I’m not exactly sure how you’d like to picture me

Fiscally irresponsible

Is he balling more than he’s leading on to?

He just pens it like he’s poor

Took the pendant won at war

Never popped the pin or wore it

I just pawned it at the shop

Off the Ave in Neponset

My purple heart is swollen

Along with my liver, kidneys, and jaw

Wish those characteristics were that of my wallet

See I spend a lot of time

Alone inside my mind

But if you sit too long and wonder why it all went wrong

You’ll find those second tries

Simply all pass you by

Your inaction is accurate

Result of why nothing has happened

Simple math I never I got

X axis, wasn’t taught

I would wander off

To melodies of songs

That I wrote in my head

That had attention deficit

While the teacher wrote in chalk

Crumbled tests into balls

I could never graph the line

I was singing about my ex’s at the time

They were taking X pills and dancing with other boys

I am emotionally bankrupt

Collection agencies are the fans that demand more of my aguish

But ain’t listen to the last one

Like, “go back”

I like to think there’s still something there that you can take away from that one

While I bask in all I wish I had done

It’s no happenstance

These raps never accompanied a happy dance

Something wasn’t wonderful

I couldn’t come to grasp

So I gravitated toward the pad

Graduated to the flask

Now they to go hand in hand

Literally got em’ clenched

Not half as proud as I am sad

Breaking cycles for Michael’s unlikely

I’m fighting a plight only I see

Drive north to find peace in the pine trees

Smells like teen spirit

Tastes a lot like depression

Wash it down with spirits

We cheers and toast to our dead friends

Regret is my Fernet

Favorite pallet cleanser

I choke and hold my nose

And no it don’t ever get better

For dessert, we’ll have hollow life lessons

Derailed from my digression

Burned alive in my train of thought

Never found the wreckage

Don’t look for me

For I am not here

Not in the sky nor sending signs

From a fiery hot lair’s

We’ve all got problems

We don’t address em’

Guess you and I are more alike

Than we decide to give ourselves credit for