Another fold-in collab with Vince.
Seriously, I think beauty is a low sugar confection. Yeah, obviously its good to be a dreamy doo-wop. And say "Baby your beautiful nothings and everythings". Saying that seriously relates to being an outcast. Unless I'm trying to be Big Boi or Andre 3000. Oppurtunities for one-nighters start and zoom off. We've done it all if you consider space a space-form. Then you will eventually think of trees and degrees. Being apart of the male species is an incurable disease. You can't believe I'm waiting to know whats up. After awhile it becomes redundant in between fluxing. You can hear an echo in the back of your coin jar. Over and over and over and over where no uterus has ever been. But what if it felt like what we have is ingenius for starters. Starting to become a beginning, playing with words. The same as it did in your heart-shaped box 4 weeks ago. FREEDOM BE YOURS!
Or whatever it takes for you to go party and throw fits. What I'm trying to get across humans could never wear. But even keeping that in mind, "Everyone out of this room!". You are truly beautiful, even outside my door. Who are you yet?, for now I know all your made of. Waiting for you to walk in affiliating with shaving cream. Or for me to get drunk and be one with the rascal. Waiting to take that 1st step and realize your confession.
