I’ve been out for whack for a while now
I haven’t had to compete for the affections of a soul
Since man first walked on to land
Let alone a soul as sweet as yours darlin’
But 23 a scary age to be back to step 1
In a world were everyone;s got their stories straight
Well… Just kinda fucked aren’t I?
But we’ll see what I can get away with
Still bummed I didn’t get that haircut in time
This outfit doesn’t suit the full deal on your skull
Did my teeth get any worse? How’s my spot patch?
Now now settle down, you’ll work yourself into a state!
Especially if you keep remembering that lovely smile
That darling way you keep yourself, the cute quips
My feet won’t thaw in time at this rate
Just relllllax and just do you
Because this is day one of taking the renovations
Left in the autumns breeze you’ve been tinkering out back
You got too comfortable on the shoulders of others
Weaned yourself on those stumps you keep in circulation
Your not just living anymore, you only gone and added flair
People recognize that twinkle in your eye
The joy of creation, the joy of owning your brand
I feel like a HD remake on decal clad wheels
Strolling down the streets wrecking hard
Above all I hope you like the new me
Domestic Poetry 