I don’t need you and I can do this. Life is dead batteries and pockets full of lint, but I do what I want. Me and O'Connor can eat dinner at a fancy restaurant. On and off, nonchalant, tied in knots, hope I’m not on my way to insanity. I watched you kill pieces of yourself for vanity. It’s silly to me. You’re incapable of honesty and modestly, I saw a part of you inside of me, but it’s contrary to what I’m about sincerely. You can only scratch that surface when you make yourself an enemy, but I can do more and you can do less, and I could console my soul, pray and confess. None of us want to ever listen. You always were too concerned with your disguise and the system. And you need um or else no one could ever stand you. Cause when they see through, they see that you’re phony; just dark pills, cockroaches, and demagoguery. Can’t get past me. I know all your secrets and their simple passwords. I’m past words. Your thoughts are absurd. You didn’t know me and I knew too much of you and this song is what’s left when we crash like particles. I’m not as old on the outside as I am inside my head. Yeah bitch life is great, I’m fuckin chillin. While you’re sitin miserable think about your dead aborted children. I hope that that’s offensive. I hope that the world knows what your debt is. I hope that every time you try, you fail and just regret it. I hope you know that everything I said is what I meant it to be. You were easy, like fucking you without a condom in the first week. Yup Life is great. I’m chillin on a boat in a lake while you hesitate to pay your phone bill late. I’m burning bridges faster than this freestyle is ending In a free fall. I’m feeling the recall of these walls, that we’ve put up. It’s dumb luck that we’ve met up. When my phone rang in Hawaii I should have never picked up…