Guest
Truth is I was never there I wrote for months in my head about how I disappeared I finally made it to your house but all the walls were baron How I couldn’t find a single thing to prove we ever happened I wrote for days I was sure I could bring you back to me Sat alone in your house with them coming after me The door it started to shake and I heard lightening They danced from the ceiling down to the floor where I sat writing Truth is I was right above you Man my troubles deceiving me why’d you think I’m humble Know they front like man he’s different always got to switchin only when my heads in the grass and all I hear is them hissing Then wonder why I’m missing nothing My home town and the bitching they were so quick to cussing My old house in the sticks and how they creeping above it Still they think I’m dreaming but me I see my demons in public
