Let fig baby down.

[Certain]

Tabulate everything I owe. It still wouldn't equate. Couldn't we shake and bring the rope back to this frozen corridor that we've existed in. Missing witnesses to everything we envisioned then. Stood as we ate the fruit of the poison apple tree. Passively. Retroactively. Grasping me. Is this still happening? Falling back into old habits'll make you die slow. We're better off with separate time zones. We're better off with nothing left but sudden death. Overtime goals. And we're working overtime. Separate. It never meant anything. Except everything. Except settling for nothing. Evergreen. That's boring. Meddling past torments. What could we be? Except a couple of fools, stumbling around, breaking the rules on rap forums.

I never meant to hurt you. But I never regretted it. Settled for messages. Private. Evidenced testosterone and prevalent gloss cologne. Sentiments. Overtones. I'm sober. My mouth is dry. Knocked over an ounce of rye. Shot glass but it never shattered. Severed matters with bare hands. But you were the empty cup. I was the puddle. Surprisingly muddled.