tell yourself again, but don't tell yourself when

Roll down the smoke screen lick that bottom lip one more time clean out your closet and think about that tall blond boy are you proud say something profound seems like weeks ago that we laughed about the old French guy get it off your chest I’ve made my own ravioli, mistakes and my peace and I’ve never felt more free and i'm certain that it’s the way things are supposed to be met a couple of johnnies in my time impressions left and the san Fran soul gives me a drawn out dirty laugh steady Rollin’ drips of rain it’s still coming and I’m still running she’s heartbroken I’m enlightened smoking a cigarette in my bedroom kind of gross but when I’m waltzing with the holy ghost from Richmond to the coast he would have slept with her twice it’s none of my business just like it’s none of yours but if I remain and I’m to blame and you should ever need me then I’ll go wherever you lead me it’s all the same, the same old game listen closely… appreciate… I still called for him when I thought the other might appear fear enveloped and a single lash dropped my breath is short my days are few come down and take my hand I could go on for ages if I weren’t dismissing what you confessed