On…

Apply pressure. Repeat. Stop the bleeding, just to keep you alive for you to have to relive it. No other focus, have you noticed? I’m not into the games that you used to run to keep me running back…to you, running it back like a song that hurts, on repeat. So, we apply pressure, since shit is so sweet. I needed to see you hyped up over him, to let my cocky do what it do. You stood confused when I held you there, while you stand all day in still frames, acting like a Muse to something new; and I amuse you, but been way over your head more than a few times, knowing still, I’m never going to be what you’re used to. So, apply pressure, for every word…