“Heavy Breath”

I’ve been too open for my own good. I slip up and the mortar in my bricks is no good so I should, shut the fuck up and be happy with closing down borders in my eyes.

Questions? Why?

Talk about leaving the past behind but it’s current inferences that redefine the past alive when the past advice is leading to levies being broken by past life times of strife.

Do you get it? Setting in?

I get the past was a mess and the shit that we’re stepping in. I’m not dredging up the past so act like a soldier died and stop interrogations at half mast. What the fuck is that? You 314 no P.I...

Fucking stop that shit!

We together? We a unit? Bought myself a ring and you fucking took offense to it?! Yeah that’s real shit...so why do you fucking come off slick?!

Last time I heard I was one but didn’t have a DICK.

I will not be your Morty.

You’ll never be Rick.

Book the calendar and exclude a room from it.

You’ve got me seething and convulsing.

You said the same thing, you meant pulsing.

Ready to release and be rid of me, fucking kidding me, wordplay is a bitch that’s already been set in stone and it’s clear to see. Fatality.

I’ve been murdered and finished.

Skinny, fuck ugly guy without arms like Popeye and less confident than a Jew at Dachau.

Fine end to a fine day even with the less than casual disagreement in vocal stay, wish you the best & hope you have a life worthy of an Emmy.

Self deprication I’m EGOT. Award me the symbol of a musical triumph. It’s time for me do what I do best: self destruct and see what’s next.