The Perfect Storm

Dolo what the fuck.
After all I would’ve fuckin given, turn around and act shady
You knew what it was.

You’re a hurricane and I’m Haiti.
And I’m hating- myself for doing what I did, but let’s really face this shit
You unknowingly destroyed me
filling me with hope then deplorin’ me
Callin back up once I moved
You wanted to be with me? Well Shit, that’s news
And listen- I know you were going through shit too
I guess it was a slap because I was there for you
Every night, talking you through-
Your drunken stupors
I feel stupid
For thinking we’d ever be something superb

The doors you wanted got demolished
yet you expect me to still act polished?
Inspired me to drop the baggage and leave
Now you expect me to grieve
For the things that I did to
Close every door and open border
Of the thought that we’d be anything at all
I had to fall
that low in order to defend myself
from the trend of self destruction

You had crippled me without knowing
Imagine if you tried
If my fantasy of us were set alive
How hard I’ve strived to get there
But everything I touch is a nightmare
I don’t blame you