I’m a last resort and the last option.
I can’t remember the last time I operated within where the love is.
Choosing David is a path that just doesn’t exist.
Them together was always the better outfit.

Nobody could put their money where their mouth is. 
Not when it comes to me and my shit.
I carry it alone but I hold no boeing engine.
The fruits of my labour rot even before they start ripening. 
The tune of my mind is always on “depression type beat”.
Other people always become the deluminator to my lighting.
because I give too much of my fracturing psyche.