They don’t fuck with me anymore
luckily that’s for sure
How can you judge me, if I’m ignored?
In love with me? Still unsure.
I went from being a
flunky not good at sports
to the monkey that owns the porch
hung me and bring a torch
wants me but she’s a tourist
Some see a shrinking forest
but I see my tree
It’s still standing
as I heal from the abandoning
Not hearing from my family
the tears still feel like vanity
mirroring insanity
The picture on the camera isn’t me
I miss her but I understand that nothings free
I kiss her on the hand then she leaves
And fall is when they fall off the trees
cuz everything has it’s time to falloff
but not me
We’ll see…