[Objective]

I'm communicating desire with friendly fire,
construe related shots that vibrant vibes require.
Yet,
I'm blown and starved for touch; I'd dine a mite!
I got an eye for you ... Will you sign my sight?
But this one-liner king won't bow for some diamond ring,
cus no angel will let you cry then die on her wings.
I can't let it be, its honey drips silence that stings,
and my soul wither with the violence it brings.
Red flags painted green for distorted thoughts,
that I crumble and burn before I snort it up.
I fuck with morbid stuff, strings and heavy riffs,
the cost for covid coughs is friends with benefits.
Each day I go on dates to fade away I clench my fists,
and the truth that fits is that there's no end to it
with hindsights, 2020s, trends n shit,
ain't that a bitch?