it's dawning on me maybe you were the one from the beginning / just cuz u the distraction from all the ones winning - my time / don't mean you're not the attraction i've been searching / my time's been taken from you while i try to rhyme along with all these partners in sex crimes

fuck these fucking hooks, they set up to make boys moody and all them crazy grls crazy - let loose, no set-up, open field, fuck the game, no one's left but you doing it alone for real... with a husband already sleeping in bed. the trouble is when the game plan drops there's no end and i've long lost the starting point - and we both agree this is what it's all about.

A big nothing full of nothings, romance is just making bombs for the ensuing fireworks, forget the protest, ideals, belief, sacrifice - all the compromises, saved txts, tweets, emails to elaborate / in the end we're back to the beginning with nothing to compensate for lost time.

but still i wouldn't call it wasted time, my time, wish it could have been your time / it's dawning on me while i withhold sexting u while u at marriage counselling / maybe you were the one from the beginning / to still love me though i believe there's no one really winning my time

Dawning new knives, knives play forever, and even still with a double edged sword the blade has only one end, and that tip will pierce only one deeper than we cum, exclusively committed to forever fucking...

She's the grls, pinched cheeks full lips whose the grl? i win when the boys try to be real, i win when the boys pack up move to brazil. what they have is at best ego and self, just makes man and complicate - average at best, authors of their own demise, lest we forget. i'm a smear campaign queen outlaw fashion machine with a nihilist sheen, no ego or self just ready to bust all the space you need to adjust in

Così e Così Inc. Ltd. whatever you need, past the baptist's choice, a hawk in the tree, but forever at the wind's mercy. be my Plath or Wevill, i'll be always as no man is - in no man's land, but mine in my time, your turn... your turn