BriaNa

And he was a man Or so he thought Paid attention to the lessons that he taught Second hand me down blessing She was short on patience Carried person hated every day people The plight of the pessimist Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work Television and sexual moments But some times it gets so hope less When non-sense raises an oct of thought blocks With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love Fear of the results had push ever came to shove Seduced for fun Produce a a lot of fight Two youths on the run Learning some truth about life And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon The time the talks they share walking around calhoon And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps She recalls every inch as to how it got this deepNow how am I to know you like the way I laugh I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path? The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path Oh you going out? what time you goin be back?Cause they were two perfect kids In a two perfect worlds Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl Lets all take seats Please quiet during the performance Lift her pull her from the orchidsTrying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins Lift them pull them from the gardensYour horoscope says we should share an apartment Lift them pull them apart from their gardensNow she was smart She grew up with this complex That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall Though he'd seen it all Until his all became that girl She said she loves the drugs But when she comes down She speaks about finishing She's convinced its the last visit He doesn't know the difference between come and go Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot She died her hair black Maybe now she can relax Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard He wears a old face and beer gut Existence validation printed on the monthly statements That comes from master cardHe thinks she sleeps to much She thinks he spends to much He thinks her friends are jokes She thinks he's out of touch He thinks she drinks to much She think he thinks to much Its all another phase turning the page in the book of growing upShe's has seen a lot of sex He tried to hide his resentment But their wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see Cause even the time that they killed Wasn't something that she wasnt accustomed too She never comprehended what to make of it He was never quite prepared to study the reaching Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing The weather was fair how ever the hovering clouds weren't leavingDiscover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work And live in That congested brain They had old lovers on the side old flames That some how managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains And each time they mixed up the ingredients They'd recheck the recipe to see maybe they written it incorrectly Collect me consume me release me snuggle Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle...