My End de Carlos Jean

Slow down or you might just find your way back home and the way it was
To the way it was, yeah
To the way it was, yeah, yeah

Whispers of passion crashing close enough to catch them
Close enough to patch your post endeavors or detach them
Details on your neck inspected closely put my search to rest
I put that dirt in text
Gravely put my words to bed to watch them blossom or to rest
And surely we've suppressed these waters on my open deck
Wash them off and board the next
Bored with wars and signing bets
And riding waves and righting lefts
Writing letters in my texts
Writing songs before the why and after to you 'bout my ex
We're too tied in to net
The profit or to cash a check
Check a catch or leave the reasons out to breathe and left for dead
I leave my best unsaid
Just wasting time you ask me why and slightly what confess
More likely more was less
So left the question up to you and tell you softly guess
Until you've called your bets your bluffs your blushing told me yes
I'm rushing usually tense
You're Russian Dutch and French
Touchy subjects hushed to vent

Slow down or you might just crash from the way that you like to run
Know that wave don't last too long
You've got all this love but it might just wear you down
Know that wave don't last too long
Doesn't last too long, doesn't last too

You pressed your luck impressed of course the course was sharply stretched
I'll test your patience if you let me let's be best of friends
The type of friends you help undress addressing words you've said
I'm far from them I promise
Get lost in sex and knowledge
Still, pay your debts from college
I pay my dues in songs it's hard to read in checks and commas
A Lex', a Benz, a Honda
She texts but no reply I'm awful when it comes the time to find the words to end the drama
We've tried but let's be honest
Find wreckage in these waters
Those pieces left to wander
I grip your legs much harder
Said pardon me I'm parting seas and finding ships to charter
Your lips are right where mine are
I run my fingers 'cross your skin and find it hard to find your flaws across your canvas I saw
The fine art, in five stars, we lie far, from bright cars, and tight jeans, that you leave, on my floor, new decor
You leave me floored and speechless
I need you more than breathing
Sometimes I might believe it

Slow down or you might just crash from the way that you like to run
Know that wave don't last too long
You've got all this love but it might just wear you down
Know that wave don't last too long
Doesn't last too long, doesn't last too

Arrive to find you leaving timings always been my weakness
On D you caught me sleeping drive the lane and dive the deep end
My eyes are locked and sleepless
My lines are jotted now with ink and by your ears for keeping hope that you can trace them seeking meaning in these pages creasing
These beats inside my chest and head impressed when you decreased the speed at which they grip my peace it's
Next to my dreams and secrets
Unlocked with keys you've reached them
I feel the groove I see your move and then

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And then that's all I really had there
Um, I was thinking about adding a couple more lines but um, that's pretty much it for now
Yeah

I gotta hear the story one more time before you go
So tell it from the start...
He's drunk, He's drunk!
(I'm listening, I'm listening right now)
(Hey!!!!)
So, we're fucking thirteen years old...
We're fucking thirteen years old
This kids like, "Alright, I'm gonna play basketball in college
I'm gonna work at it every fucking day"
And he started doing it, I did not... I had nothing to do with it
I'm like, "Hey, Matt fucking Citron did it. Why the fuck can't I?"
(Hell yeah!)
Why the fuck can't I?
(Make it happen, hell yeah! I feel that!)
I'm like, alright, I'm gonna join the goddamned Marines!
I'm gonna be a fucking pilot, I'm gonna go drop mother fucking bombs on ISIS, I DO WHAT I WANT!