feathers

Yeah It's hard to recognize who you were before Before the misery, the tears that I done shed, is what really gets to me I need therapy, but it'll take a lot more to rescue me Rescue what is left of me Never knew the biggest threat to me is my destiny Keep a souvenir from the past, because the present always seem dead to me I think it's meant to be I don't want a breather from the vivacious Mason jars and chalk painted pavement I don't want to grow up, someone same me Someone take me from this cursed life Curse the higher power that makes me pay these dirty prices I heard they hiring Sunburned back, is a sunkissed requirement Singing to the choir never felt so inspiring I try my best to avoid these succubus's and sirens Homies gliding if I asked them to slide I live in my words, while you need a ghostwriter Mark my words, I'm a future co-signer Profiler Old soul, but a ways away of being an old timer