away

The Earth began revolving in September.

On the sixth we made a match, if I remember.

And soon enough,

You got to see the devil’s side.

And honestly, I thought you’d see I’m so fucked up,

That you wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

But the world kept going,

And our feelings kept growing,

And the requited pining was unwinding

Into sighing

Of relief and sex alike.

And I knew things were gonna be alright.

Come October,

My life alone was over.

In fact, the earth seemed to be turning a little slower.

And I know my flow has some rough edges,

But frankly dear, your love has consequences.

Like you got my brain feeling smooth.

Got me thinking kinda dumb, that’s the truth.

And if my survival instincts aren’t too keen,

I hope you won’t leave me hanging like Epstein.

I hope the world doesn’t turn to fire.

I hope Mother Nature calls for a ceasefire.

And if I die, I hope you know I wasn’t lonely.

The truth is, I’ve been feeling like a phony.

Like my rhymes are kinda weak

And my life feels kinda bleak.

And I feel like it’d be better if you turned the other cheek.

And come November, you’ll see a different me.

You’ll see the me that I see: a selfish wannabe.

I wanna be happy, and I wanna be okay.

But the world seems to see me as a quick lay.

I’ve been trying to run and I’ve been trying to hide.

I think the pain comes from the world setting me aside.

And as the Earth seems to be coming to a halt,

I hope that you know that you were never at fault.

I hope you know that I believed in you and that

I believe you’ll make it some day.

With my world ending, it may feel like doomsday.

But I’ll turn the tides and say

We’re gonna get away.