alltså jag bara skriver nu¨

i the dead resident who cant president myself when rent is due, i paid dues, made rules i now brake, an exchange student on vacation, ex amazing and a text message mason but cant explain these changes, so im spacing out to save a beat and paint a smile on the inside- i try to keep things alive but dreams seem to slide right under my feet, im high but the sky is under my reach, and my eyes glow wide but heres nothing to see, im drunk of speed with pumped up feet and run to the drums because of the rum in me.