Give Me A Song

Don't give me what I've been waiting for
Give me what I'm used to
give me a song that makes me shake my head like I'm used to
I want to be degraded, harass me call me a hoe
because I want to hear a song that I already know
I want you to make it rain on me, and brag about you cheatin
give me a song, appreciate me only when I'm leavin
I want no emotions, my body isn't poetry
I want you to give me a song strictly of my opening
about pluggin it up, yea, you know what that's supposed to mean
and throw a bunch of dirty phrases in it, don't keep it clean
because I can only be down for you when I'm down on my knees
and that's the song I want to hear, keep down my low self esteem
Give me a song about pussy, money, weed
don't give me what I've been waiting for
just give me what I'm used to
give me a song that makes me shake my head like I'm used to
because why would I want respect, when I'm nothing more to you
than a cunt: yes, a filthy vagina, that's the song that I'm used to
thank you, thank you for your honesty, it's of good use

Existence

Yes, still, forever, always
love, feel, remember, you
want, crave, your, heart
Yes, of course, I still, do

this doesn't make sense but my mind goes on tangents
forever and 3 days thinking about what I have missed
and I have a blockade keeping me from everyone else
stalemate sweet one which makes me kept to myself
but I'm open to you, and vise versa I suppose
I told you I care, tell me what no one else knows
I'll be your diary, the pages that can't be turned
and our friendship is mysterious, and I have so much to learn
about why it exist, maybe this is a sign
but I can sit here in silence, I'm happy, though you're not mine