TRAVELING THOUGHTS

My pen bleed, the Supreme tee, my gold fleece My enemies they've been eyeing me in my train seat Dreams been vivid I've been living, but I've been burning down My world left but f*ck it, and I'd never expect Anything less than a couple stares and no one cares It's still cloudy they still doubt me no affairs My mind's racing the times chasing can't pin it down Been stressed out, locked down and thrown around Could never think of it isolation with witnesses, witness this The irony is this shit turn malevolent, my Loose ends been turning to loose friends I never need to confess how I really fucking felt in the end I'm too dismissive, too inconsistent to give a shit My honesty's apparent and inherent when writing this Anyways, I miss you, never have and always will My expectations, a fixation on admiration Runs through my veins while I strain my eyes, to realize What I've become, ill vision personified In fact, it's tragic how one thing lead to another And in the end I still can't comprehend or recover Never was easy to be around I do admit Played to the arrogant, punishment feels heaven sent Too busy making plans, can't stand the sight of it Hypocrite, losing all she wrote but in spite of it, my Ticking time won't rewind but I'm alright with it Please don't forget summertime the days we never met But in the end was it real or was it heaven sent Never sincere but I still miss it I can confess