What the fuck is time~
find me on the next flight out
couldn’t wait a second longer
the night would only make me smaller
what if I’m gone, what the fuck you gon’ think then?
It’s all just dreams, but feels like a reality,
no destination, flying high and landing in a place more homey
miss my honey, stopped to see her
but just for a little had to catch my flight.
Taking shots and fighting the likes
makin’ more then I’d plan and they’ll kiss my ass to get a piece.
They all here while the lights on,
the nights are just as quiet as ever
chasing the stragglers away with a bloody rewrite.
It’d better be worth it
strong here and no abortion
filling out these titles not extortion
I’m still here just not on the surface.
Saint's Muse 