Rugburn

In that drunken daze, the middle of a maze. Amazing that is.. Completely cradling the haze in your brain.
This is a phase, not an absolute rhyme and I can't say my patience runs thick but on my lighter note I'm the ultimate tangled cursive you'll ever run eyes through.
If you want I'm the reason they made you, to bring me back, to see the number one reason I choose to keep breathing.
Substance frees electricity sparking through my lobes, the weeknd is here, I'm setting my sails, be my wind..help me go.
It stings like a burn, but warms my cold hurt..I've felt this before, each degree steep and severe.
Just know,I'm not one to settle with Capicse.