In the dumps
Well here goes retrospect when a man gets into your soul, there is no looking back, like tossing, turning, feinding for that wildn out, like staring at the clock, when the work is piling up, like waiting on that text, getting pinned up against the wall, well tossed, wide open, eyes rolled back, the money is low, happy? you stay close eyed, wrapped in dark limbs, making sacrifices. When a man gets into your soul the other woman comes out, the misery starts like watching pages, checking messages reading micro expressions just to be sure, praying... With the sole all gone, here you go rocking in circles, screeching for whys, all these sacrifices, have you looking crazy, like the stink from this hangover, you got to clean up, you got to shake the fuckery, show up with different strokes, you got to live, and make better sacrifices.