Here he comes again, there goes the poet,
I'm gonna try my best to write something divine, that's right, you already know it,
Cause I'm not trying to be alone,
I want someone to talk to on the phone,
Who'll listen to me talk about my day, who wont get annoyed at every groan,
And I've been lucky already,
Had a couple girls who wanted to go steady,
We met up and had some fun, but I wasn't, or never was really ready,
And they blew up at me, started acting petty,
That's alright, it's the human-condition, I got em' going, revved em' up, and regretted putting my key in that ignition,
So, here I am, meeting stranger after stranger, going from well known to unknown is such a strange transition,
Closeness is what I'm missin',
Any form of affection has me trippin',
And when you catch me walking down the street, without a hand to hold, you've caught me slippin',
Anyways, this is just me rambling on,
Walking along the road mumblin',
Singing my own crooked, half-written, no wit, can't spit rap of a song,
All this, breathing and seeing, dancing and singing, it can't go on too long,
Before I bother for a bother, stumblin' straight into hell and yell out, "IT CAN'T GET ANY HOTTER!"
I don't know, I'm rethinking my flow, trying to find a way not to fumble my keys as I'm reaching fo' the door,
As I black out, eyes closed, mind floating to the heavens, but my head is headed straight fo' the floor,
I'm out,
If you wanna hit me up, put your hands around your mouth and give me a shout,
And if I don't reply, I apologize,
I'm out.
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