Canines

I can be obsessive impulsive expressive corrosive

possessive compulsive and down right explosive

it’s four in the morning I’m up in this city that doesn’t ever sleep but it’s just me

and mama raised a drinker but I raised an alcoholic

an under-over-thinker with a past that’s scarlet

when you’re the only skeleton posted up in your closet try to breathe

it ain’t easy

but I’ve been coming back and piece by piece

shadows of the past become my teeth

If you wanna leave or laugh or love it’s all the same I’m fine

cause you haven’t seen my canines