Scentces spelled wrong
The only thing I can hear lately.
Is the sound of my over active heart beat echoing off the walls of my empty skull.
The only thougts I can think of lately, happen underneath underneath my breast on the left side of my chest.
The only thing that I can see lately, is what I know I could have done by now, the best of what I could've been, now lost in the wind.
The only thing I taste right now, are the secrets hidden under my tounge, something no one could ever see with their eyes, the cold cold truth that would turn me to ice, and then shatter me to pieces, but like last time I'll realig, my remnants fit like puzzle pieces.
And all's I smell lately, is burning plastic, and, something fishy mixed with bullshit weed and whiskey.
And the only thing I feel lately, is simply way too much, there's nothing left for me to do, but just sit back and watch, My heads and empty socket, and my heart speaks way too much.