i don’t play make believe
i make you believe
that this shit
is real
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i don’t play make believe
i make you believe
that this shit
is real
promises,
something I always know
will break
i need plans
to wear these shoes
for you;
now, after all these steps
up hill – both ways
i wear these shoes
for me
your energy
is a pint to my veins
never enough;
feeding my needs
in a hand cup
tied with loose handcuffs
used to go out miles away to see the stars at night
now we’re smogged out
high as fuck
now we’re the stars now
today is our debut
come over here
listen close
on your bare back—
i’ll blow your mind
freedom isn’t caught in the frame
but by the taker
seeing, breathing, believing
by something moving
be a student
of your own class
never ditch or cheat
on yourself
we fucked
you came
i faked
something real
we weren’t wasted time
the clock never moved
never left that couch
up in the mountains-
cheap leather
fresh air
crunchy hair
skyline footwear.
i remember when
tomatoes used to taste good
seems like so long ago
when you made my mouth juicy