In The Morning

Aunt Lisa said: You can't come around here no more

When we broke the bed

She felt disrespected and all confused

Said: Would I ever do that to you?

And in return I feel like I fool

Now I walk for days with nowhere to rest my head

Vape in my mouth but got a feeling that it might be dead

There's no smoke

As I reach in my pocket for my phone

There's no texts, there's no missed calls

In the morning we can start

We can start over, again

Reading about trauma

In our daughters

Has got me shook

I got things to learn

I got fears to burn

Till then I won't cook

A bun in my oven when I wanna get wet

No matter how my guy protests

On the third day, we shall rise again

And come back around

Been here before, kinda sick of myself

But also quite proud

It's hard, being at the mercy of man

And dealing my cards with the wrong hand

In the morning we can start

We can start over, again

In the morning we can start

We can start over, again