Up on the mantle, there's a picture of your shadow.
Touch him then touch me, use to be your trick on me.
I showered hard and thought the same,
Blacked out crying...they say I was screaming your name.
"I fear this could be addicting."
I use to hear her sing.
She was very correct, yet I was just a kid,
So while erect, my judgement was no better than s**t.
And the told me I was a boy.
As it figures, I was the toy.
Drop all rehearsals this s**t is real:
Zack...realize all these eyes, these lies could break you,
Make you and take you to places,
You despise or dream to steam there.
With no gaps, bridges, or really tall ceilings,
I will fix on my optical, and ride to the future.
My steed was my weakness, walking is better.
I still wish I had that sweater...