break my arm, cause I won’t stop running
after you, the desperate shape of you
shapes of you break around midtown streets
I grabbed your sneaker but I’m not charming
I took after midnight but I own zero castles
just a mind that pulls masterclass overthought
My jeans soaked from dashing through mud
Why are they laughing? You’re real, right
At least that’s what my head believes
Past heartburn, my whole fucking organism
Sucks down any and every form of oxygen
Solidifying my solid case of being stupid
Tears are just another liquid I try to ignore
And I’m such an ass, scarier than poison gas
Cause I broke the mold that they can’t fix
These millennials don’t know art or beauty
I hurl black ink at the lifeless creation
They attempt to call it life, but I call it a joke
A comedy they are, Jokers without the balls
The gumption, and the passionate belief
I’m not Batman though, I’m just Gotham
Broken, shaken, and battle tested
Darkness abides but somehow
There’s just a smidge of light
Someone thinks I just might be worth saving
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