LIKE I'M TOM MAY

Boulevard apartment

That was in 2007 when I drove you back from Philly then

You were with me there in secret

I was marking out for that feeling

Like I know it's real cause' I feel it

And I hate to make you feel morally in debt

I wish you were on my arm

Want you tattooed on my neck

I hate to make you feel more than depressed

Baby I'm correcting this mess

Because this summer I've had enough

I took too much

And I didn't see you enough

(And I didn't eat enough)

Crashed my car on keyser like I'm Tom May

Playing twisted metal like I'm Kanye

Moving through these attitudes

Like we could not be speaking then and still I come right back to you

I hate to make you feel more than incensed

I'm pulling up with the best

See the prices going up

And I start to fade away

Final crisis of the heart passing over me again

And I try to call you back but can't remember anything

You're the CD in my car

You're the phone that never rings

And I hate to hold on restless feelings

I crashed my car on keyser like I'm Tom May

Thank you Black Kray