yo losers

yeah, well it seemed to be your preference 

but are you really there?

my mother's son is calloused with youthful catatonic fear of something without balance this almost killed me once this year

You’re not far to let go There are times when I need you Time from the day I don’t blame you But still I need you to follow through

will your hand fall out of mine?

There are no wings hitched to my spine, just an undying urge to climb.  And I'll wait for my mother, supposing she'd bother to hold me and keep me a while.

One day you'll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom And you'll be thinking, how did I get here? Where the hell am I? If the roles were reveresed, you could have seen me sneaking up Sneaking up from behind

and I thought I heard you laughing when you said that this was the end

Honestly, I’ve been picking apart  the reasons to not be  on a string anymore 

Bad blood Blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of The burning urge to flea well that's on me

But you did all the pouring out

Has the spinning gotten strange?

She said "the truth will set you free", but I'm just listening

Hey coffee eyes. You got me coughin' up my cookie heart. Makin' promises to myself. Promises like seeds of everything I could be

I want to be your best friend. 

On a body that has no life

But all you gotta do is ask.