that your violin is screaming

so sad

no one’s thinking of your ache
felt good to ya wasting other heart beats
forgotten what was supposed to be your formation
why should I be giving undue air play
stood around for a room to breathe in
received a hairs value for my troubles
would’ve settled for one bouquet of roses
over the course of patronage having slender parts
to do with me

who’s looking for retribution this minute
but some po' withering flower eyes on backward
better take those simple apologies and spin’em
let them bounce on peanut heads until they crack open
becoming triple lead for you to carry
every ill heart you have stolen
serves your sorrow most divinely…take such a heavy chest and despise it

nobody wonna hear your violin hollah