Patience for gratification is a cold thrilla.
Falling asleep with paint inside my nose dripping into my veins.
Calling this empty Boop sweet like vanilla.
Because ya don’t know my name
Don’t know my name.
I’ll tell you this, I danced with a few tonight.
Chords were strung as I sang along, don’t get me wrong
They buy beers to keep it flowing
Hands on my back, intentions eva present
To know what a smile does to one brings them into a foolery that I’m aware of but have no intention to be in.
I can dance and sing
But I empty baby
Sleep next to baby doo
Wake up with no one new.
Nose bloody from last week’s endeavor.
I saw you now
But I know it’s never.