Come at me with your two fucks, for every dime I have lost faith in you. Treated like my haunting wraith attacking me with traffic full of bullshit, our mishaps won’t cost us a damn cent as we reach havoc misreasonings, silent yelling is where it’s all at now after failure attempts. I lost my train of thought that would cost me a bold statement, but this train ran cold and now resentment has taken over the road of Friant. I just need time to recollect as I question the meaning of futile as you lay blind sighted while desperation relapses constantly. You’ve lost my sense of euphoria, stripped me away and whipped me out of this mind set that you can’t comprehend. And biasm just blends in as I seem within desperado. Who are we fooling if it ain’t each other? This disconnection that I weave as I watch everything leave as you cruise as I bruise, as I find chances as your in well stances in your figment of imagination. I find myself at a certain fall to the top behind your brick wall but you just laugh standing tall. I’m in this concept of mind of matter. And if black cats were behind every apology then there’s our meaning to let go or to tolerate. Just wanted to let the world know, that I’m okay and that I’m far from the fray as I lay in a deep smile of content thoughts that was well fought for.