To The Women Who Love Us

(V) I ain’t no saint

It’s just a bruise 

Got trouble with trustin’

And nothing to lose.

(V) Sometimes I’m afraid

People need a break

We’ve been through something

I don’t want to be fake.

 (I) I don’t mean 

to take 

it all out 

on you.

(V) Cracked a few ribs

And I can’t give a fuck

But know that deep down 

With you, can’t mess it up.

(V) Small vic trees ahead,

Rack em up 

Until there’s 

more than a few.

(C) Seriously though,

I can’t do this

Without you

Without you,

I can’t breathe

Without you,

Colors fade

And turn to black

Without you

Without you.

 

V

This is what

I have to do…

Is this what 

I have to do?