You'd cover my face when you'd fuck me
We were intimate without intimacy
Like a gutter punk-tuation
In a foreign conversation
I feel like Thoreau at party I throw
I’m a self-made scarecrow

I love you more than I hate me
Cuz you are everything I wish I could be
I'm a friendless best friend
A single bookend, “a walking dead ender”
“I’m a return to sender”

We didn’t know the fix was in
Years before our race was run
Our epilogue was predestine
Like A Maori Tribe 4th son

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Like a Randy Rhodes scholar
Or a rotary cell phone
A slave is lost without their collar
The un-favorite sundial tone
My conscience disobeys me
Because I always cease to amaze me
I’m like a vir-gin blossom
I’m on the verge of nawesome
A unhip-hop scotch blend
Where everyone tried to pretend
They didn’t want our love to end
But we all knew that it had to