MIDDLE personifies the highs behind falling in love; the infatuation/honeymoon phase. starting with a reflection and desire for normalcy or “pseudo-fame”, spinning into an everlasting high that almost makes the lover seem angelic and flawless.
i am not the same
many months ago
i cannot explain
the way you love me so
carefully undressing fabrics
i let go
pseudo fame
there’s nothing i want more than faux
i exempt the fame
attached to my name
you cannot obtain
or hell i’ll make it rain
i am not the same
i am not the same!
(you look me
in the eye
monteclay cotton
in the sky
moonwind
shore side
blowing
hoping you ain’t from the west
i flip the switch
you’re lucky)
woah, woah
who am i to correct your assumptions of my spirit?
nigga lay low (lay low)
let your soul glow (soul glo)
fuck a tension left coiled
you have spoiled
all the options left in the world
(fuck a tension
none of you niggas hold
my defenses
this is my dimension
hold your own)
break out your heart for me
bring out those energies, oh
break out your heart for me
show me your empathy
beacon...
you bring light to the world.
your aura’s vibrant
and speaks to the heavens above.
i love,
the way you move.
the things you do ... so abundantly!
you’re smile makes shadows disappear.
i see you in my rear view mirror.
and thanking the gods for putting you here, with me.
this timeline is nothing more than beauty.
all around.
might be obsessed with how your name sounds
next to mine
and now you’re mine
break out your heart for me
bring out those energies, oh
break out your heart for me
show me your empathy