Up north trip was a trip
Keg stands, hillbilly games and right ankle pain.
Inflamed black and blue, I didn’t and still don’t know what to say to you so please stay tuned.  
That’s god’s honest truth and now I’m on a roof click clacking on my phone like I usually do.
Feeling a beautiful way on the last day of May.
Washed out bricks and tight lips, you never seem to go deeper. 
I’m still contemplating if I should keep her.
I can’t change like what’s falling out my pockets on the shingles
All I ever meant to do was mingle and now I’m considered single.
You were a gift and I was Kris Kringle delivering you to an early morning surprise 
when I discovered that you chose to lie while looking in my eyes.
Goodbye wasn’t enough, nor was so long or see ya later.
More like string you along with a slow fizzle for the weekly flavor.
Here’s a favor you can savor, a sentiment to keep when you start to feel the heat.
Walking on me with cleats for you to move on was an extraordinary feat.
Featuring she is where I wanted to be until she turned it around like a key.
Release the chain and crack it a bit and soon enough she’ll see as I try and quit.
In retrospect, I shouldn’t have crept behind your back and slept under other roofs,
I might have lost that bet. It’s something I regret;
there goes another promise kept trying to maintain the truth.
Ah, that’s that and that’s this too, imaginary hurt for a bit, then it disappears like a removable tattoo.
One day this’ll all be over, and one day you might decide to call me sober.
Until then I’ll just let it ring, or hit ignore
You didn’t consider that you might have lost your allure and may be considered an everyday whore.  
Drinking a jar full of ice, gusts of cool wind it’ll have to suffice 
it’s where I’m at not where I’ve been.
You can say that again, heading for the shore in a jet boat without a captain.
Consider it done I say while basking in the sun
Can’t believe the birthday month has already begun.
A year older and there’s plenty more to come.
Experiences, lessons learned and occasional fun.
You don’t know what’s happening but you can guess it’s inappropriate?
Her judgment reflects it but I won’t show her how close she gets.
To the truth or I’d be helping her out with the knot for my noose.
Kick out the chair and I’ll meet you there, in spirit.
Headphones full blast cause I ain’t even tryin’ to hear it.
Chambers full so clear it; I might have let things slip like a little secret
About your whereabouts and where you keep it.
Turn you out like my temporary spouse when I finally came around her house.