I've got blisters on my fingers

I remember what I want
it's December, I forgot

I'm at the end of my thoughts
wading my fingers in the pond
that responds to your love

it's a mirror

you can hear it

in the sincerely insincere farewell

forever yours
if you'll have me

intended more
but I'm lacking

just let me soar
just let me practice

I'll listen for
another chance
to tell you that
I'm not tryin to sell shoes
I'm tryin to comprehend you
I'm trying to apprehend views
of mountain ranges and avenues
and fuse them into this statue

I didn't sculpt it with clay
but these words are here to stay

bloom bloom

I stayed up all night
packin my bags
but right under my eyes
you left before I knew it
like it was the right thing to do at the time
but its already nine in the morning
and I've tried to fight for it

now I'm tired of the night
and all the problems I've ignited

while
finding the light we've recited into cliche
trying to hide like pee stains
stuck lyin bout my weekend
cuz the truth will get me beaten
yea the noose is not the reason I died
it was just the tool in season