People Only Talk About Me And Sweaters

I'm Obsessed With Perfection. I Want To Work. I Don't Want To Stop. I Want To Take Advantage And Make Myself The Best Possible Me That I Can Be.

I Gotta Feel Alive, Even If It Kills Me. Promise To Always Give You Me, The Real Me.

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

Don't Play Hard To Get, Play Hard To Forget.

I Just Want Some Head In A Comfortable Bed.