Late October Supernova
Now I’m where I wanna be,
At least I’m sure I wanna be in this place,
I can’t taste the rip off taxi fair,
I just taste the aroma of cold October,
I’m hungover but I’m still sober,
Binge drinking is a sure death penalty,
But a sure remedy of boredom defiantly,
Taking pictures to remind my memory,
Of that lass Beverly who I got to know you know.
An illustration of complete temptation,
My imagination is completely racing,
I’m facing my demons,
I’m placing my reasons here.
In the nightclub I see supernovas,
In the night sky of late October,
It’s all over its all over,
I’m going overboard tonight.
Now I’m not sure where I am,
At least my senses remember past tenses,
I’ll build my fences around me,
So those past mistakes don’t find me,
And grind me like my foot to tab buts on the floor,
I’m on a mission for some kissing,
I’m a Musician, who won’t ask for your permission,
For your own rendition of this track,
You lack in lyrical structure so take a butchers please.
poem by Gaz illionaire
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