Putting off the high that you gave me

Digging up a grave, you ain't safe b

Seeking what I lost when I gave me away

Feeling really low need a change please

Four-score what is the mission? Tryna be victim

I don't know who I be no more I shoulda listened

But you don't listen

I had just told you

I don't know what you would want with the old you

Meaning for me

I will go hurt everything

As you try to get close to

Me, I want to apologise for these lies

Watchin you fall for me and I'm nonchalant

And you getting hurt no surprise

Sipping that Coca-Cola, feeling green like Yoda

And I'm so eloped with the image posted

I see you, in the mirror can't feel you

So I ghosted

Putting off the high that you gave me

Digging up a grave, you ain't safe b

Seeking what I lost when I gave me away

Feeling really low need a change please

I call myself the friendly poet but if

I am real with myself I should the friendly ghost

So make a toast

To all of the skeletons

I kept well, up in my closet

It is better

you hear the horses story from the teary

River source a faucet

I am here, bleeding out the shackles that enchained me

I Was meant to be the light

But I ain't feel set free

Holding on to the entanglements

of this slavery

I should-a-known

I should-a-known

That, it ain't safe for me

Putting off the high that you gave me

Digging up a grave you ain't safe B

Seeking what I lost when I gave me away

Feeling really low need a change please

Putting off the high that you gave me

Feeling really low, you ain't safe b

Checking what I lost when I gave me away

Loss