the words on the walls

Lyrics:

I’m tired
I’m bothered
Yet dwelling on the fact
You’re just like
My father
You don’t know when to quit it, admit it

I don’t need your open hand, no
Tired of this silly dance
There’s something special on the high note
Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand
Don’t get consumed, don’t want to mourn too
Had a couple hurts and now it’s my turn
Can’t stand to see a nigga blow me
Don’t get it twisted this is where I stand

You think I’m soft
Like Iceland moss
All over me
Like harmonies
Life’s so breezy
So smooth like us
I think that’s why
We’re eye to eye

I’d rather lose focus instead
Enjoy these moments to spare
Looks like we’re going nowhere
I let my path guide my heart
And saw the words on the walls
Our love’s a cave in the dark
It read that you’re all talk

He said how you going to walk around, acting like you don’t even care?
Last year we were so close, tell me how did we get here?
If you don’t know, then I’ll make it clear

You think I’m soft
Like Iceland moss
All over me
Like harmonies
Life’s so breezy
So smooth like us
I think that’s why
We’re eye to eye

——

GraffBrave

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

4 thoughts on “the words on the walls

    1. Ah, dapper one. I’m so pleased you vibed with this track, too. It definitely has a dreamy quality that I can’t quite put my finger on! But also a tiny biting. Reminds me of… an indigo child between Sade and Mazzy Star…? And thank you. You flatter me, sir. 🙃

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