To Colorado from Texas, I’m over all exes
And I don’t have any feelings for the girls I’ve texted
There’s nothing left, there’s nothing to hold on to
There’s no convincing or getting through to you
But at this point, there’s not much of a point anyway
Every day it feels like it could be my last day
I need God, I need Him to understand
I need a blessing for giving my last dollar to a homeless man
No quid pro quo I just really need that back
I just don’t wanna take my life for being broke and black
A permanent resident of rock bottom these days
But maybe this is just punishment for all my past ways
Valentine's Fall 