LostInTheMorning

Dear Jessika, How is twenty years old treating you? I hope it's good considering you're me. I can picture you now, third year at MUN. Are you still majoring in psychology? Is it awesome? Is it crazy? Only God knows how many years left until you're finally finished your studies! That's a relief. I'm writing to you today so that you might actually remember in five years to do this. I know how forgetful you are so this might help. Could you try to let yourself speak out for me? I'm still too quiet here in level one so I'd like to be able to speak my mind in five years. I'm getting better, don't worry, but I don't know how much I will be abl

I lure you Ratatata ratatata ratat— Stop. Run boy run But your car is gone Like the night Like the day Like the moon Like me Quinn stealer I inherit the family business like it's my business Trashin' the bitches that trash us Stop. Rewind rewind Quinn you say? How was I so blind Nobody does that shit no more 'Cept a few crazies and of course The Quinns Chills run down your back Watch your back Somebody's got you Knife tip sharp Against the flesh that has come to betray you No ideas Or a lot more than flesh will betray you Follow Follow Into the blackness the slackness of jaw The jaw that holds those pearls that draw Draw the sharks