Stain (Explicit)

You

are definitely not the thing I need.

I think that to myself before I drift off.

To the angels I bend down and plead

For respite, from it all.

I

am a cum shot that failed to find home

I’m that stain that you’d find on the corner stand

Oh that I could just feel the sweetened air

Of a cloudless mind.

You

are definitely not the one I want

I tell that to myself each and every day

I count the hours looming on my window sill

To a night free of you.

And I

am a mess of a man trying to learn to understand

Why I am the way that I am

Some days I can barely start to stand

Let alone think of you.