Drums

The shades slowly hum
And my hands become alive
I'm haunted by your drums
And its our relationship I want to strive

Pen to paper
I really just want you here
So stop being a faker
So find me the common cure

So sniffle this shit up
Stop focusing on the bad
Take the depravity I have to scrub
And legitimately I am sick of being sad

Legitimately stop being so morose
You know I am tormented by my past
So take this door and close
And please know that you shouldn't mess with me, because this world is vast