Written

Untuck the way you feel about me

The private of it all can stay clothed

Shouldn’t pronounce my confusion

Even though my understanding turned on

All black and white with flow

You think there’s curves but you don’t know

Do I like the mystery or the ideas of what I can’t access

If you say no, can I still have it

Especially if I think it

Guess I could slop meals outside of Big Brother

Jail time is no time when you living

Where is the real death sentence

Can you not see what you’re in

Maybe not with )our( selves being apart of it

If everything is said plainly

The code would be posted

Ya type never reads anyway so,

Even if I said it all out loud you’d still (like” it