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Say Yes (via 2002)

Say my name
It's like a choir of angels singing
Just the same
Like back porch old-timers swinging
I desire your passion to open wide
But i fear our friendship will be suicide
I know you're talking, my ears are ringing

Just say yes
Do it now before i drift out to sea
I'm so blessed
To be encompassed with devoted loyalty
Yet i cannot help but stay humble
For i know often that i stumble
Can we attempt to be what we can be

Never enough
Are precious and few the conversations
Classify this love
While you're gone, i enter detoxification
Can't seem to remove you from my head
Thoughts of you are continually fed
Expectation for one more pleasant visitation

Sister (undated)

I didn't mean to love your sister

But she's as fucked up as you

I'm glad I'm such good friends with your daddy

So I could still show my face like I do

It's not my fault that your father

Believes my lies over your truth

It's not that I wanted to abuse you

Or bring up the issues of your wild youth

I might have thrown it in your face

On how you'd been around

But I got sick of it being known

I'm the last to have you new in this town