Till the Morning

Black top, laptop Swagger in the high-tops Grey shoes don't lose Pilling up my last stop Left that shop corner Blessing New Town Pumping out the new sound Calling it trip-hop Bass boost with the noose Loose-neck bound Shooter of the school vibes Waiting for a meltdown Emo laid-back White static on the porch While the torch-lit room Is making me feel let down Closing time is close at hand Racing past the night Where do I go? The prima donna posing as myself It's all for show And I'm still blockaded In the shelter behind my skull Waiting for the push and pull That never comes Or else I might not make it Till the morning Prince purple shirts Post Generation-Zyklon Zeitgeist mind heist Breaking down past dawn I'm sorry mom Happiness is all but gone Running from a wiccan With a loaded-up curse wand Preach premonition After my med'd up rants Battle pictures of myself I'm fed up Looking in the back seat At my current self Who's driving has yet to be decided I'm revved up Closing time is close at hand Racing past the night Where do I go? The prima donna posing as myself It's all for show And I'm still blockaded In the shelter behind my skull Waiting for the push and pull That never comes Or else I might not make it Till the morning