A simple look of respect, right in your fucking eyeballs right in the mirror,,,”fix yourself”
A hard ask.
Seeing time catching up in the mirror,in your face….
(you’re running out of time)
This second, this syllable,this 16th note…. Tick tick tick…
It hurts… But it’s supposed to hurt , because of the navigation. That’s me. That’s only on me. I know, facts son, preach 🙏. Synthetic,turns ,bobs weaves,
I can drink my way through it. Ironically, I don’t even care for booze that much. It’s just convenient. If I had responsible and legal access to the drugs that make me work better,,,welllllll… I’d abuse them.
I always have…
So what a pinch, what a conundrum to exist within, quite the pickle,,,,,,,, alcohol is a bummer,, freeing,,,, fun for spitting whatever,,, not that cool in real life….you can’t start over man, you just can’t, and it’s a struggle and blah blah b
dawn 