Hands are full yet im still getting more,
vip is full but she standing at the door,
Strobes are blinding and times rewinding,
Walls are gray but I see a silver linning,
Everything means nothing,
Nothing means everything,
Spinning rooms better than tombs,
So who is leaving?
I vote the fool....
Yet if anyone needs the shelter its them,
Swallowing this pride,
Lengthening my stride,
Amusement i cant hide,
I wonder if im able to drive,
but honestly I will make it,
Inside her hand is mine,
leaning on eachother at the coat line...
Staring out the door,
I become aware of the floor,
My eyes flee the brightness that bares my soul,
but she whispers lets go,
I have no clue where,
but its gotta be better than here...
A noble quest worth a ballad,
or a homely diner for juice n salad,
I am ready for any challenge,
my steps arent measured,
but my path is heavily treasured,
lined with happiness and luck,
of course this started from wanting to fuck...
but now its more,
realized that at that exit door,
as i looked at the sticky club floors,
covered in the cum of whores,
which actually aint bad,
at least when its all you ever had.
but after seeing it in the light....
I finally am calling it a night.