Like I'm Tom May

boulevard apartment
that was in 2007 when i drove you back from philly then
you were with me there in secret
i was marking out for that feeling
like i know it’s real cuz i feel it
and i hate to make you feel morally in debt
i wish you were on my arm
want you tattooed on my neck
i hate to make you feel more than depressed…
baby i’m correcting this miss
because this summer i’ve had enough
i took too much…
and i didn’t see you enough…
(and i didn’t eat enough…)
crashed my car on keyser like i’m tom may
playing twisted metal like i’m kanye…
moving through these attitudes
like we could not be speaking then and still i come right back to you
i hate to make you feel more than incensed
i’m pulling up with the best
see the prices going up
and i start to fade away
final crisis of the heart passing over me again
and i try to call you back but can’t remember anything
yr the cd in my car…
yr the phone that never rings…
and i hate to hold on restless feelings…
i crashed my car on keyser like i’m tom may
thank you black kray…