a song for my friend, konata

I lay in my bed

And watch your silhouette drip from the ceiling

I'm in love with a poltergeist, dead

The mirror shatters

Looking into this heart shaped glass

I let go of all my memories from the past

For a chance at that

For a chance to hold your hand

I think we're incompatible

You're a ghoul and I'm a man

Spectre, yuri, jin, ghost

Whatever you may be

Baby, you're doing the most

Fuck, I just want you to hold me

My love ain't on this earth

It's something that the father told me

We been destined since my birth

Cause I've been with these indecisive women

Who don't know they worth

Tired of rolling dice

I'm sorry that we cursed

But can we please just make it work?

Yo, I'm at your door asking

Baby, please, can we just make it work?

Get me the fuck out this hell

I'm your friend, I'm not your overlord

Speaking to my family

They wish I could be open more

They ain't fucking with my choices

They don't see an open door

They ain't thinking for a second

This shit makes me not feel sore

Only thing in my dull life

Makes me not want to end it

I've seen the cost of happiness

And, boy, is it expensive

Can't afford therapy

Find pleasure in my penmanship

I'll tell it to you straight

I'm never speaking with no censorship