Too old for these crushes; Too young for the ring,
Wake up from the dream; All is not as it seems,
It's a give and take thing; But most people just thieve,
A false sense of ease; Just to steal the air you breathe,
Get at you, Get at me; Just a daily routine.
Nights in and nights out; I thought I heard you scream,
Its not what you expected; Things can’t be as they seem,
Present myself in best of lights; And try as you might,
The opportunity’s not sealed; So stop being locked tight,
People say one thing; But do the damn difference,
So go and play the field; If it means you’ll stay committed,
Its what I’m waiting for; What you waiting for,
This décor behind closed doors; Can open up your world,
Don’t confess that you’re in love; That suffocates and chokes,
Can’t give with begging hands; B*tch Thi Gamma Broke.
Whose Now making you smile; On days you wear a frown,
Whose arms are holding you now,
And You; The precious diamond found,
Discarded love away; What more can I say
Get at you, Get at me; Sh*t the hell with the routine.
Can’t you tell, Can’t you feel; Defense is at a hundred,
Converse over Moscato; Then the hunter is the hunted,
No lie stays hidden; And nobody is perfect,
Remain at my lowest; Refrain being broken hearted,
People say one thing; But do the damn difference,
So go and play the field; If it means you’ll stay committed,
Its what I’m waiting for; What you waiting for,
This décor behind closed doors; Can open up your world,
If we ever share those words; Still won’t get excited,
Had foundations set up; But still nothing solid.
Whose Now making you smile; On days you wear a frown,
Whose arms are holding you now,
And You; The precious diamond found,
Discarded love away; What more can I say
Get at you, Get at me; Sh*t the hell with the routine.
December 2011.
Wake up from the dream; All is not as it seems,
It's a give and take thing; But most people just thieve,
A false sense of ease; Just to steal the air you breathe,
Get at you, Get at me; Just a daily routine.
Nights in and nights out; I thought I heard you scream,
Its not what you expected; Things can’t be as they seem,
Present myself in best of lights; And try as you might,
The opportunity’s not sealed; So stop being locked tight,
People say one thing; But do the damn difference,
So go and play the field; If it means you’ll stay committed,
Its what I’m waiting for; What you waiting for,
This décor behind closed doors; Can open up your world,
Don’t confess that you’re in love; That suffocates and chokes,
Can’t give with begging hands; B*tch Thi Gamma Broke.
Whose Now making you smile; On days you wear a frown,
Whose arms are holding you now,
And You; The precious diamond found,
Discarded love away; What more can I say
Get at you, Get at me; Sh*t the hell with the routine.
Can’t you tell, Can’t you feel; Defense is at a hundred,
Converse over Moscato; Then the hunter is the hunted,
No lie stays hidden; And nobody is perfect,
Remain at my lowest; Refrain being broken hearted,
People say one thing; But do the damn difference,
So go and play the field; If it means you’ll stay committed,
Its what I’m waiting for; What you waiting for,
This décor behind closed doors; Can open up your world,
If we ever share those words; Still won’t get excited,
Had foundations set up; But still nothing solid.
Whose Now making you smile; On days you wear a frown,
Whose arms are holding you now,
And You; The precious diamond found,
Discarded love away; What more can I say
Get at you, Get at me; Sh*t the hell with the routine.
December 2011.
- Will Carter, Jr.