It's my first song and I'm nervous / Does all this pain have a purpose? I don't know. . . (sounds of anon entering car)

Ghostgirl, I'm begging you to sleep over / I know you know that I can help you stay sober
Well, not really cause we'll smoke a lot of weed / Esoteric meanings of events never foreseen
I don't blame you, how could you have learned better / So many years on you and survived what most could never
It's a thing we have in common, darkness that we've seen / Our lives are too dark for a Wicca Phase stream

But this time cannot last / I'm only here 'cause of reminders of the past
Looking back to some years when we weren't lost / You know I love to spend but shocked by the cost
Driving to get smoothies in my car and staying tame / Diametric to me, but pretty much the same
Living openly / different ways to carry shame.

I love you baby but I've got to let you go / You for me's as healthy as an addiction to blow
Fucking cliche how I'm feeling / I wrote this song for a reason (it's the end of the season)
All this discontent bubbles up with no apparent meaning. / It's so intimate, but we barely touched
If I could I would but it's a bomb I won't set off / Text each other the same thing at the same time (dot dot dot)
Lessons learned, opportunity cost / I know I mentioned I was fucking lost
Some don't believe it. I wear a solemn face. / I want to open up but bring my mask just in case

I wasn't joking when I said that (baby) / It makes me feel crazy writing this down / Tried fixing things before the same way like a clown

Thank you Taylor. (anon exits car)

(Thanks a lot, and wish you all a lot of fun in the garden. Take care now!) (keys jingle)

open_ur_heart_140 (prod Taylor Morgan)

Tattoo etched in my left thigh. 
Held hands on the beach with my daughter and late wife.
This moment never fully happened in real life / Get to know all of the chapters of my life
An Emotional landslide... 

Tattoo photo snapped by my baby / Wanna buy her a black Mercedes / She don't want it but I do, maybe 
(tell me what you want) (please)

Maxed indecision. Stay true to a vision.
Know if my lungs still breath air I will be overthinking
And yeah I stay sinning...
Money pussy weed gets me by....
Yeah, I stay high.

And all this time slips by. Not an ounce of youth left, no lie
Been emotionally stunted, only a few years from 40 but still act like I'm 25.
Glass overflows with spite and regret from my old life 
Laying in my bed / My thoughts fill the void
My heart is in your hands / Go ahead, snap a polaroid 

Maxed indecision / Stay true to a vision
Know if my lungs still breath air / our hands are interlinking 

Maxed indecision / Stay true to a vision
Know if my lungs gasp for breath / our ship might be sinking

I'll give myself to others completely freely  
Get myself fucked over, repeatedly
My therapist can see my chronic stress clearly
Juggling so many responsibilities
Not only with the obvious / but also the hearts that I keep
And gaining the approval that I desperately seek.

Calling Out to All Anons

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