10-09-2016, 08:58 AM
Up against the wall, chilling, contemplating everything we've been through,
we get too close and touch. It's such a good feeling
that I won't be leaving anytime soon
The bruise she brought to work today blows my mind but there's no way to help her,
so I sat there and held her under the moon.
Cause I know I couldn't convince that no one should ever treat her that way.
Now I'm on the sofa, with the mota, passing television...
Standing up, he grabs her hair, and smacks her
open palm across the jaw
and before she could fall, hits her again.
The shit and smoke were under broke as she spits and chokes on his distorted rage.
Now I'm coming down from space, with a weapon,
and my feet flying over the loveseat, leading the way.
My instincts replied when he tried to kill Kelly.
Smash a glass bottle and his face turns to jelly.
Knees pummel his belly.
Jesus, no one was ready.
I wake up still shaking. It's almost noon and my open wounds are raw.
How I got home, I don't know, but I've never been hungrier
and nothing seems funnier than nine missed calls.
I've seen her since out with her friends. Her new man? I wonder if he's violent,
and if in her silence, she carries it all.
Cause I know I couldn't convince her that no one should ever leave her that way.
we get too close and touch. It's such a good feeling
that I won't be leaving anytime soon
The bruise she brought to work today blows my mind but there's no way to help her,
so I sat there and held her under the moon.
Cause I know I couldn't convince that no one should ever treat her that way.
Now I'm on the sofa, with the mota, passing television...
Standing up, he grabs her hair, and smacks her
open palm across the jaw
and before she could fall, hits her again.
The shit and smoke were under broke as she spits and chokes on his distorted rage.
Now I'm coming down from space, with a weapon,
and my feet flying over the loveseat, leading the way.
My instincts replied when he tried to kill Kelly.
Smash a glass bottle and his face turns to jelly.
Knees pummel his belly.
Jesus, no one was ready.
I wake up still shaking. It's almost noon and my open wounds are raw.
How I got home, I don't know, but I've never been hungrier
and nothing seems funnier than nine missed calls.
I've seen her since out with her friends. Her new man? I wonder if he's violent,
and if in her silence, she carries it all.
Cause I know I couldn't convince her that no one should ever leave her that way.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches


