EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

logic solution

I won’t be alive
for yesterday’s night
cutting pain is coming
to smell grass we fuck the mind
writing a words no non
no sense a smile
drawing pills delivering wills
hearing voices for the mind
shit shit pain yes I want I cry
far is the way when I sleep
I know your voice but can’t remind
wait to wait worlds aside
time is different I care you mine
to dream the desert I know alright