Black Ink [Live]

The little streets feel like there is someone Just like the thought of you still gives me goosebumps Let me bum one before the sun Makes me wanna wipe you off my forehead A little torch doesn't mean we're matching Just like a lot of clothes don't make a dressed king Guess who had to make my chest into a fresco With black ink A little pose does not mean you're Voguing Just like the thinker without Rodin Would not let me see the face of a comedy By the name hell is you and me A little day for better could bring worse Just like the road to Rome without Brutus Would never tell me What is a family Silence and breakfast treats Walk away from my body It's hanging on Holding onto a habit Or have a bit May be good for this Friend that was that One to sit back and Wait till he got it I'm in a rush and I have a bitta Time left on these feet Bring me another one Can't do it different Want to repeat that time I was just listening To you Silent and breaking a glass Over my head over our past Last time on an afternoon Hold me I'm cold Bring me a spoon Warm me up With another one of those scarves Never really wanted to be so far Well your heart just needed to take a five Give me a better line Pure and just only mine