Written By: Ash Catcher
I think I need some guidance on this one.
This place is big enough yet we still have our weekly run-ins.
I thought it would be louder living with a musician.
But your room is awfully quiet, guess you must be solving fission.
You all used to be my Maine squeeze, but now you don’t mean anything to me.
In fact at this point I find more pleasure, and comfort housing Brie.
I am sure there was a time where you were higher on my list.
Everyone eventually wants a little bit more of me, and that is just the gist.
Crushed underneath your expectations.
But nobody teaches you about foundations.
Things will crumble, and then you will fall.
I think they call that one dropping the ball.
It is all about boundaries, and how far you want to go.
If you want to make some waves, you’ll need some stones to throw.
Splash onto the canvas, after all it is all a show.
This setting for “this” I had no idea was called Roxborough.
Maine squeeze saddled up right next to me.
Parasitic, not at all that optimistic, so we agree to disagree.
The cracks in your personality-
Showed up early on, all the blow ups, no neutrality.
Red flags waving in my face,
But I chose to see the good in you.
And you chose to lie about your family, and birthplace.
Had to connect the dotted lines, and half ass construe.
Your whole story, well now I just insist.
Doesn’t matter anyhow, you're just another on the black list.
All about connivence, license, and compliance please.
Tired of your negative bullshit, and how you freaked out over bees.