Curbside

I’m waiting, however patiently
Through missed calls and lost sleep
To bring a residual death to this trembling release
Of faulty perceptions brought to their fucking knees

Captivated and cut blindly due to excessive speed
Spanish caravans and white lady
“How free do you want to be?”
In it’s cool and I can’t sleep
Without you bae,

Fucking traitor
We all know where you are
Taking rides in strangers cars
And who you’re sleeping with today
It’s pathetic I have to relay such rigid lines

Ragged and defined
Defiled and fined,
Are you at all surprised?
Once again all is lost
For a motherfucking guy?

Think I’ll join the PsyTribe
Peace be with you,
Curbside

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