1. untitled
she's buying my name on a grain of ricewho would have thought that was possible
if i bury your name in the name of forgiveness
would it all then be settled
2. drenched
getting drunk on my sorrows on a weekend just because i can
my tears flowed like the damned lady's water broke
all my wounds bled open, they glisten in crimson
lost in my selfmade maze, confused in a daze
getting a haircut, getting myself clean
i can't lose myself.. i have to win
3. senget @ LSK
the walk to the cafe
the cat has chosen me
markisa soda in my hand
with a friend who understands
she's distracted and i'm in my head
pouring words of poetry instead
hope this cafe inspires you
i hope you'll get through
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