hiding from the light, my body curves with the dark
lips against the ground, i haven’t had enough
the rush of it all, make it rough
touch my face, lick my eyes, give me your thoughts
i want everything you got
looking from above, i can’t wake up
they discuss — i tell ‘em to shut up, but they can’t hear
i’m here, floating and waving my gun
i yell, but why won’t they run?
pull the trigger, but the gun’s a dud
where the fuck’s my fun?
i haven’t had enough, i haven’t had my fun
wake up, but i can’t hear
paramedics arrive, this time my knife
i stab and i strike, but it doesn’t even tap
i thrust, but it turns to dust
i’ll never have enough, i’ll never corrupt
i’ll always live in disgust of what once was
that i never got to crush the jaws of something so plush
i love, but it’s never faux and my door, it never knocked
life’s a struggle, but i never haggled
i told myself to waddle, to paddle, to never crumble or gravel
especially for something or someone that lives with an unnerving battle for flipping the channel
but it’s alright, i had my highs, my lows and many nights
never sat with fright, but i had my white and my black
forever my light and my sad, but i stop and realize
i’d like to exit this life without the mad and hopefully enter my next
without the bad and without a shoulder pad
this goes for show that although i know who killed me
i’ll never let them take everything away from me
and that they’ll never have the dying love that made me, me
you might be the bee and i might be the honey
you can take all that you have from me
but sadly you’ll never actually have me
as i float with the sea and realize i finally found the key