I don't know how to feel
Your thoughts I want to appeal
Your thoughts I want revealed
Your thoughts I want.
Life is an obstacle
But at this moment I wouldn't believe an oracle
My conciseness you have crackled
On me your imprints gently lacquered
I am baffled
Drinking wine, sober
Smoking cigarettes, pummeled
Smoking flowers, fumbled
Sleeping, tumbled
Crumble
Your thoughts I want to be a part of
You I want to see in my loft
Stop me from my rot
Going through days like a bot
Only excited for pot
Alittle taste I got
But making me feel hot
My feelings, caught
Feeling lost
Dot dot
Dot.
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