Ive abandoned my city.
But i dream about it.
Ive been working on vacation.
Serving to the masses.
Ive come up with a few good ideas
In a redundant state of constant change.
Ive been Thinking of you.
Ive been trying to stay persistent
With my exaggerated slang.
Living in an existential meltdown.
Its the alcohol talking, no its the boredom, its the late shifts, imagination takes flight, inflated infatuation with repeated illustrations, embedded in my brain.
Its my ego.
Come over for dinner, i will paint you a picture.
Im lost in translation.
Im a slurred word for vocab.
Its an anomaly.
Its just an excuse to talk dirty.
How many times can i dance to this song.
Ive been waiting for someone to tell me to turn it down.
How long will you allow me to scribble like an adolescent?
GrAffiti is the new facebook.
Turn the TV off.
There is no history lesson
Bring back the tramp stamp
So i have something to look at
So many Thoughts scattered
In hells kitchen.
Staggering from one celebration of oblivion to another
If my body is my temple
I'll have spraypaint for breakfast
And punchlines for dinner
Living in the luxury of poverty
Give me all the boos and all the food
Just come over for dinner
I'll be wAiting for you.