own it

Going over every word she said

I should read between the lines, but I focus on the words instead

Ranch dressing on my salad, get the fryer so the chicken is red

Shit is flowing in and out of me like shit from my head

Until the music is dead

Party every night I can, then it's noon and I'm still in my bed

Guess that's what I get

Fall asleep to analyze my dreams

I should open up my eyes, but I focus on what I can't see

Write a song, make it five, up on Spotify I roll in streams

Shit is blowing up and suddenly I'm throwing out beads