He give me little encouragement But just to ghosted before I could say thank you Putting in dimes in rubber gloves Passing it off as judgement Feeling insignificant to boy’s talk Cause its all about laying up or get disapproval of their go to’s Life is low and so is my iPhone’s
In the morning when you wake, and the dew smacks you in the face, when you begin to feel the pain, do you think of another day or do you focus on we built together last May?