Have you ever reached out to sadness?
Have you ever walked up to sadness and asked to become besties?
I have her number on speed dial
every single time I see a bump on the road coming up
I’m the first one to call and ask her to come hang out with me for awhile
the only issue is I don’t know when to tell her no
She comes in my place, fucks me up well and good and then sits around like she owns the place and me.
Because she does.
I can’t let no one else in when she’s around
I disconnect the phone and put shades all over my windows
No one in and no one out.
Just me and her.
The world could go into flames for all I care.
I will be way too deep in her to see anything other than
just me and her.
Then one day out of the blue, (like always)
I met her sister: Happiness
Boys and girls, when I tell you that she was FINE,
I mean she was so FINE that girls wanted to lose their virginity to her
and boys would sell their mother for her
But not only was she FINE, she could rock your world just by a kiss
Weird how we never did anything beyond that
I mean, she would come around and we would just chill,
our arms interlaced and a stupid smile on our faces
I would see her sister knock on the windows and ask me
to come out and play
but I will shake my head to say no
It was nothing personal, but I liked your sister more than you.