Julie

Meaning at bottom At the crib With the Bro's Sip that shit and hit that Won't let go of my old habits I can't live unless I'm stoned Baby listen could you hold me down And be my mrs Cause I Think my ship is going south It needs some stitches And your lips fix boo boos The cheeks are tinted rose I'm a misfit, who knew You wouldn't leave me alone We're right where we're supposed to be God I need you close me Addicted to your curves I swear I burn up when your holding me But Hurt feelings Char like burnt fields It's hard To stay near your heart When mines peeled and scarred I'm seeing stars and limping I miss common sense Don't you start that itching Or Cupid's dart will miss Now I'm kneeling Jeez, my chest screaming please Some rest for the wicked is really all I need So I accept that sin's the best remedy Your breaths in the wind, it won't let me be Julie Please don't ask where I been Said I was hanging with my sister But I'm shit at pretend I want to say how much I missed you But I'm spinning again From chasing a false nirvana Now we split like my shins Look at this mess that I'm in You treat my kiss like it's some poison girl I know it gets annoying when I'm stinking of gin I try my best to pretend I could move with some change And get the cycle to end But I can't say my own name I'm tripping I guess that's how it goes For us suckers Desire turned to lust, only Dutches were my covers In your eyes you've had enough You get those from your mother Girl I know That I'm untouchable But often I just wonder If my mind had never sailed If I my feet had never fluttered If we hadn't planned to fail Could we made it work as lovers But my hippo's stuck in jail And you don't deserve to suffer I ain't worthy of your bail money Please don't send me mail honey Cautionary tale, that's my contact in her phone This "pocket dial" is staged But I'm bothered and alone Talking proper on the phone I know you know I miss it God I only need a loan Swear on you that I'll quit slipping Come on throw the kid a bone now I'm feeling cold Emotional anemia, this shit is getting old You don't ever wanna see me Now I'm reaping what I sow So I'll wallow on this on this boat Keep on feeding all my ghosts Think I need new seeds