ON THIS PAGE YOU NEVER KNOW IF YOU'RE GOING TO GET OUTLAW RAP OUTLAW COUNTRY COUNTRY RAP COUNTRY THIS OR COUNTRY THAT COUNTRY RAP COUNTRY TRAP COUNTRY ONE THING YOU CAN'T BE CERTAIN OF IS THIS IS REAL MUSIC REAL FEELINGS REALLY EMOTIONS NO FILTER UNCUT RAW. ABOUT MY LIFE IN MY FEELINGS AND MY THOUGHTS AND MANY OTHERS..... I CALL LUNATIC NATION™
I left the porch light on, but you never came back,
Just a busted screen door swingin' like my heart on crack.
Your coffee cup still sittin’ where you last set it down,
Lipstick ring like a bloodstain in a ghost-town crown.
Ain’t no tear-jerk track, this is soul amputation,
You ain’t leavin’ — you erased me like probation violations.
I watched our forever bleed out in motel ashtrays,
Still got your breath trapped in my lungs like past days.
You the woman I prayed for with dope on my tongue,
The one I fucked over ‘cause I thought I wasn’t enough.
Now I’m sittin’ in silence so loud it screams,
Tryna snort your name out my bloodstream dreams.
I lied when I said I don’t miss you at all,
Truth is, I talk to your shadow down my trailer wall.
You were my last good chance — now every girl’s just a grave
That I bury this guilt in and pretend I’m brave.
You're the ghost that still gets me hard,
The wound that never looked like a scar.
You left, but I stayed — now I rot where I prayed,
Still sleep on your side like I might get saved.
I ain’t lonely, girl — I’m possessed,
By the love I fucked up and the lies I confessed.
You were heaven I treated like hell,
Now I sit in this cell of the bed where I fell.
I built you a ring outta rusted regret,
Proposed with a pipe dream and pills in my breath.
You said love ain’t a rehab, it’s a warzone bed,
And I kept bringin’ knives to the vows we said.
You ain’t my ex — you my execution,
Every smile you gave me now feels like intrusion.
I write you songs I can’t drop, ‘cause they scream too much truth,
And I know that ain’t music — it’s just heartbreak in the booth.
Still remember that ski mask video you sent,
You were gigglin’, flirtin’ — I ain’t known peace since.
You told me I made you feel safe in the fire,
Now I’m burnin’ alone with no fuel but desire.
You ain’t dead, but you feel like a ghost in my ribs,
I be smokin’ your name ‘til my memory gives.
I don’t write this for closure — I write to survive,
Your absence more real than anything still alive.
You're the ghost that still gets me hard,
The wound that never looked like a scar.
You left, but I stayed — now I rot where I prayed,
Still sleep on your side like I might get saved.
I ain’t lonely, girl — I’m possessed,
By the love I fucked up and the lies I confessed.
You were heaven I treated like hell,
Now I sit in this cell of the bed where I fell.
I ain’t sorry in the ways that count —
I’m sorry in ways that break a man down.
I ain’t cryin’, I’m dry-heavin’ guilt,
While your silence wears the crown I built.
I know you probably hate me now —
But I hate me deeper and more profound.
If forgiveness was a pill, I’d OD quick,
But all I got’s this pen, and the truth I spit.
So if you hear this, don’t respond —
Just know I bled every line you gone.
And if some dude ever holds your hand,
I hope he knows he holdin’ my last stand.
You weren’t a chapter, you were the book,
Now I’m stuck on the page that your absence took.
This ain’t a love song — it’s a fuckin’ confession,
Of a man who mistook his blessing for a lesson.
Country Lunatic™
Lunatic Nation™
F.O.W.B Independent Records™
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