5' 8"

[Verse 1]
When you listen to this, the tag is "honest song"
I'm about to be on my Rudy Francisco game strong
All my life I paint wrong and I still turn out pretty pictures
Vivid images of scriptures turned backward on their figures
I figured that the mixture of soul and heart would be enough
But it's all deeper than skin and my layer got rough
It's hard to get underneath the impenetrable armor
The honor of monsters grew intense and I'm looking calmer
With words that I desperately need to say lodged in my throat
I'm rushing through poems and feelings to get something to quote
Something really catchy that sticks inside your mind
I just want to reverberate and hope the burning may find
Kind hearted individual that single handedly creates a whole
Digging for buried treasures under pressure I will turn my cole
Into diamonds. Something I can recognize
Something I can be proud of when the lead resides

[Chorus] x2
I'm five foot eight,
I really wanted you
I like my soda cold and can you understand these particles?
One hundred twenty five
Look deeply in my eyes
This the type of shit that I will really, really need to write

[Verse 2]
Because I like holding you tightly until my arms hurt
Until breathing syncs up since nightly I see the harm's work
I get behind dreams. The nightmares still gleam
Shimmering beams of light surround everyone else it seems
I get down on myself but I can pull myself up straight
Now straight up tell me if you think this is great
Because my speech is clouds when I want to speak concrete
My reach is loud when I want to peak on beats
Never needed pity and was never good at gritty
I've got city running through my veins and rain water pretty
Are you with me? Or against me?
Don't tempt me.
Since I've had those things raging inside my mind until the time ran out and yet they still live there since the rent's cheap
So right now mentally, to put this less densely
I need start learning how to be present in this or else I might forget me.
Or maybe I should just forget me

[Chorus] x2
I'm five foot eight,
I really wanted you
I like my soda cold and can you understand these particles?
One hundred twenty five
Look deeply in my eyes
This the type of shit that I will really, really need to write

[Verse 3]
And what I needed to write is all the things I couldn't say
It's all the things that I need to say, day to day
And it might sound cliche, but hey
Maybe that's the game I have to play
So stay with me. I'd rather not have you leave
We'll get along famously. Just you and me
But it pains to see that this is what I knew would be
So plain to we that this might turn into what could be