Sitting on my porch, I am eager to finish my cigarette,
Though I only lit it to dislocate my confidence on the couch.
I pat my soft-pack gently but with one intention,
And when it falls out I light it with certainty.
It was supposed to rain all day but I haven’t seen a drop.
The clouds say they’ll do it but I think they fear falling.
The humidity is clinging to my back
As I blow out clouds into the sky.
Misconstrued offerings pull my shirt off.
The rain won’t come today.
Not because I say, but because I feel it.
My thoughts haven’t played in the past this week
And I’m starting to feel a productiveness crawling.
The wind pulls my eyes from the paint I spilled while I was drunk by myself two weeks ago.
It’s a soft wind that reminds me of a child trying to savor the dandelions fleeing from its breath.
The wind is not much but leaves still float off the branches.
My thoughts patiently take steps further away from death.
Suddenly I dropped my cigarette to reveal a burn on my finger.
I undeniably begin to smile and put the cigarette in the ashtray.
I swear I’m charming without this apathy following me and
I could think of a whole lot more to do if I could put my hands on you.
The modest lover doesn’t take risks so sometimes the first move doesn’t exist.
That said, when the feelings hit, they go far more than intimate.
Gorgeous girls fail to break frivolous
While I’m scoping the syllabus ready to get rigorous.
I took time off, I didn’t reach my plateau.
It was just two whole weeks of getting high on the low.
It’s time to blow the dust off the rumors and get off my ass.
You can hold your breath because I’ll be right back,
I just have to get my head fitted for a plaque.
My fortune is a widows peak on a female
And I’ve been staring at these empty walls through whiskey glasses.
I’m not a loser, I’m just pushing senile
While I paint pictures of girls with fat asses.
I have no passions to contribute to conversation
And quite frankly I’ve been lacking motivation.
My fear of an OWI keeps me inside with my cognizance.
But there’s a few girls I’d drive on 2 roads on with confidence.
I’m not a fucking loser I’m still just potential.
I could be alone with a fine bitch and I still show deferential.
I’m happy getting cross faded alone
Or walking down trails when we can’t get stoned.
I’m fucking 20 with a handle
And I’m steady tough talking like a vandal.
Tonight I’ll be wasted alone
And I’ll wake up to her in my home
Sittin with my XXX rollin one up
And the smoke hits my eyes while her voice is strained just sayin yup.
I’ve accepted that my ex’s are happily fucking someone else.
I’m well aware that the only girl that wants me will leave me alone someday.
I’m not afraid,
I’m just quiet in the meanwhile.
Once I’m completely alone I’ll be good.
Around that time when I don’t think of everyone but myself.
When I lay in bed without boxers and smoke the day away.
My friends do a good job of bringing girls through.
I’m kind of just over waiting to give up on you.
Let me put my hands on you
Let me put my hands on,
Hands on you.
I’ve been feelin all sorts of shades of blue
So just give me ten minutes and I’ll be cool.
Let me put my.
I’ve been sittin all day in my room
Let me open my eyes and feel somethin true
I want to put my hands on you.
Put my hands on you.
Bite my lip so I don’t have to
Just one time and feel my wrist go loose.
Hands on you.
I need to put my hands on you.