Got about a hundred different
Things left to say
My memories all float away
And fade to grey
You got some eyes colored
With the hard burning truth
In the light they're speckled
With some turquoise n some blue
I'm missing all the pieces
Like I've been so torn apart
Frame me like Picasso
And some will call it art
My impression is a blessing
Call the critics, imma hit it
Let's good rid it, bet the bidding
When does it f*cking start?
I lied
You cried
Goodbyes
I'm haunted by a ghost
Of who she used to be
I burned all the bridges
But there's no fire to see
I'm blinded by the lights
Overloaded sensories
Your face is emblazoned
In these moments n memories
I had a couple chances
But I never played my luck
Accustomed to thinking
That I wasn't good enough
Loose is the excuse
So imma lose and love and learn
And my conclusion is confusion
So I tapped and gave you up