Very Many

Summer never came on soon enough
Dad never made dinner by five
And I’d be standing out depressed on runways
Going hungry in the hallway crying
I feel a tension every morning that
That was the first time
Joseph turned a bad-ass brother
Now then like he beat on Jord
The tiki make him look at what his heart had
You could smoke the rains outside
I share a hazy moment every now and then
And that was the first time
Oooo, these thoughts, they just come back to my head
I can’t mend them, they’re
All through the walkings of my mind
And I do make songs
I make songs of them