6
She texted me:
“Do you feel like you can tell how I’ve been feeling”
“Or do you care”
“I feel like we’ve been in really different head spaces the past few days”
“But glad you’re hyped about your merch”
I responded “Yea you don’t think we should talk anymore” and then said, “So don’t talk to me”
I followed up with a note I wrote in my phone a few days ago:
“I fucked off and did it again
Ripped Jeans
I’m starting a band
You make me want sing every sound of the alphabet
You make me want to make you scream and sweat
You make me want to just
Clap my hands
Everywhere I walk I hear the applause
-insert clapping sound-
I’m big
I’m just getting better
I’m growing
I’m just getting bet ter
Listen to them clap
Listen to the applause
I’m the play button on Spotify
Maybe we should hit pause
And just listen to the applause
Can this be him
Can this be me
A hellboy in the mirror
What do you see
What can we be
When we stop for a minute
I need some space
Let’s leave it alone
I’m good on my own
RIP Peep and Mac
I’m a sad boy who writes poetry
And knows how to rap
Big bag of white with a case of Blue
I’m a broken needle we can both shoot
Beemer maxed out at a buck 70
You flowed once that was plenty
We’re both reaching our end
We’re both actors we probably shouldn’t pretend
That this is going somewhere
We’re still stuck in the same place
I’m broken and torn
Lying straight to your face
These are true songs
This is an honest rap
I might write a nice poem
But most of my words are crap
Water falls
Like a nice fountain
Water rains down on us
Baby why you powtin
Why you makin a face
Why are you investigating
Something serious
I’m guilty let’s close the case
Big briefcase with gold buckles
White wine in a thin glass of crystal
Big belt around your waist
Clean glass of white, I’m still pouring still
Love you
Just want to fuck you
1 and 2
Baby let’s make 3
I’m a family of four let’s do it for the 5 of us
Let’s do it for our future family
Singing songs in the car
Let’s get used to singing this together
Baby I want you girl
A bag of white in a white girls jeep
A big mess tearing the city up
Calling me before she sleeps
Your love is something you can keep
We’re a duo for the two of us
This is something
We
Can
Both keep
We both have spending problems
She’s spending money
While I spend time
I’m looking for a meaning
While she’s cooking rosemary and thyme
We’re big broken the two of us
I’m a big mess
We’re gonna need
Something big enough for the two of us
I’m big enough for two of you
Money and this music
8’n I’m still playin
Like a bomb Listening to your fuse tick”
She responded: “This is rude” – “Do you actually mean it” – “Are you even sober”
Day 0