Pity Party

I say I'm soft like linen And my shit ain't sticking Arm tired, retire is what my mind keeps spitting But I keep throwing, zoned in the motion Enclosed in emotion, kinda desire to float with the ghost's or Oh shit, quote on quote "Act like my parents and cure it with potions" Oh shit, if the toes fit, I mean shoes Act like they don't and just throw them Throw fits, random tantrums to your inner anthems Deny all the truths and your sinner fandoms, and um and um and um Pitter patter, doesn't matter if you're running faster A coward's a coward, but higher the speeds tend to make it sadder I say women badder if they went through shit Minus times minus makes positive, double negative Damn, I'm negligent, never careful with who I am letting in, it's preventative but Too many kin turn to sedatives If the world ain't our dream, let's pretend it is Avoiding my truth, time to let it in Can't understand when unaware of it When I was a kid, where was Peppa Pig though Shit so, feeling like cynical schizos Riddle of big lows, bit slow, finna go tip toe Round the ol' kin folk, shit shows, poppin' ol' pintos and lentils I'd say that I'm sad but I've been so This struggle's like getting off benzos, panic at work but I need my rent though Needing my hair on my chest grown Can't play all of my cards and then fold Lots of thoughts of throwing out the towel Watch the ref call the fight when I'm dead cold When my body's the temp of the mood of a woman who friend zones