I ain't never touched a bottle to cope... But I've hung from the lies luv strung up with a rope... I felt it come n I've felt it go... N I still haven't as of yet made it home... Where it is I jus don't know from where I sit... I've only tasted fibs on every set of lips... Moments make time an attraction that'll fail n walk away... I jus know how to remain within the memories of staying the same... As the feel good of a new friend arrives to step to the plate... One day to be replaced by a different sounding name... So as for the liquor, it not once tilted upwards to drain me dry... I like the feel of em leaving bcuz I earn my stripes... A solo artist unfelt n untameable to tells on his their heart flows... As their fade simply tells it all as I let em go... Selfish n untrue to anyone but self... N I jus cannot get down with that kinda funk loosening up the belt... I jus can't reason with a substance to flush em out... That motion of gone is my life's past for me to remember what came from twisted mouths... So one by one they've been tucked away to slowly be forgotten... I don't fight the feeling that there is no stopping... Giving a lil space in between relations before I even try at it again... There's been one to many let downs that tripped on my third leg... Fell in n forgot who I was then blamed me for reacting to the luv hate fame... I guess one day someone will actually figure out the maturity of mental equivalence n wanna get it in... Till then it's one lil two lil the lil Indians gone in the wind...