We’re just killing time, you and I.
Criminals, do or die.
We’re just passing through, but you’re my entire sky.
I’ll let you rob me, as long as you keep me this high.
I’ll let you burn me, and I’ll never testify.
You cut me, and I’m so happy, I don’t even cry.
–S.
They say the stars are big and bright in the state of Texas,
but so are your eyes,
and that’s what’s got my entire attention.
They say the stars are big and bright in the state of Texas,
but so’s your smile,
and I can tell I’ll be hooked on you for a while.
–S.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
writing poems about my exes.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
so lonely, and that’s the consensus.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
struggling to fill up all of the seconds.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
with no answers, to all of life’s questions.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
looking for forgiveness, starting with my confessions.
–S.
You left me lonely in the lone star state.
Looking up at the sky, standing at the gate.
You left me lonely for you only in the lone star state.
Holding in a cry, and barely surviving the wait.
You left me lonely in the lone star state.
–S.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like it.
I’m trying to learn how to be better,
even though it seems like we’re taking hit after hit.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like much.
We’re still weird about human touch,
and we’re still impatient, we want everything in a rush.
We self-sabotage often, we still crush.
Swear, I’m still protecting you,
–S.
I’m a wreck.
Don’t make me beg.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It makes me sick,
that your hands aren’t the ones on my neck.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It’s no accident,
Won’t you just check,
on me?
–S.
I tell people that living without you never stopped
or changed a damn thing.
I tell people that living without you never stopped
me from having a song to sing.
I tell people that living without you never prevented
a fling.
I tell people that living without you never made me
not want to wear another ring.
I tell people what they want to hear
and the lies take off like wings.
I don’t tell them that it changed everything.
–S.
Three cherries, sevens, or aces.
Symbols spin like all the faces.
I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.
It’s over again, what the fuck.
Thirty-three scaring me,
youth moving on like the sea.
I don’t think you’re coming,
or maybe you were never on the way,
am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?
–S.
I feel buzzed like I’m three shots in.
I trust you immediately, I just want to win,
a chance at love.
I let you touch my skin,
I let you graze my chin,
I let you sin,
for a chance at love.
I grin,
my head spins,
but I’m still just as unlucky as I’ve always been.
–S.
The bar lights make it alright.
The shame is washed away by the night.
I don’t take it personal even though you speak in slights.
I close my eyes really tight,
and it feels almost like sunlight.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 