Mac Lethal Unfinished Love Song Thing Lyrics

Our passion hasn't died that's for sure
But this lens I'm lookin at you through is still
cracked and blurred
Burn, the letters that I wrote
I'm sick of spoon-feeding every measurement of hope
I'm broken on the inside, you're pretty on the outside
Sittin with your mouth wide open lettin chaos spill
from it
I will stomach it
But only to a certain extent
Everything is not a goddamn emergency, quit
Quit tryna thrive on the problems that you don't have
Blamin all the men that you drove mad
Aimin at the chin when you throw jabs
Get yourself a knock-out
I'd rather peel my own scabs and walk out
I walk here in place til I can't taste the fragrance
What used to be fresh became the same shit
Its just the same shit every day face it
I still never once said an increment of time was wasted

I love you so brightly, turned to f*ck you politely
Turned to rain clouds, thunder and lightning
Turned to I just need a couple days of space
Turned to hi, if I get a diamond it'll be the shape of
your eyes
Turned to I wanna marry you, and trace you the skies
Turned to I just need a couple days of space now so bye
Turned to f*ck you in passing
I used to kinda love you with passion
Turned to why can't we anchor this shit to the ground?
Spin me around, til I'm dizzy
You say that disrepair is the reason that you're pissy
I gotta be the man that isn't there quite frankly
Cuz my mouth is air tight lately
I can't breathe, I can't believe
That I'm breakin my own rules
This is not a love song though
I just need a place to mark my words
Cuz goddamn, your dark skies surge
Swallowed all those little barfly birds
So if I die 5 minutes from now
Tell the world I never loved it that much
Cuz no one ever showed me how
Anonymous forever, autonomous with respite
I never smile cuz I think it makes me look desperate

Impressed with my speech, still I'm not good with good-
byes
I rested my feet upon a hot hood to look wise But there is not an engine in the car
All the pistons are configured to my heart
And the radio is wired to my tummy I can listen to my
hunger
And it's yellin muthaf*cker we ain't gettin any younger
And you're yellin mother, your children
I wanna mother yours
And that's a statement that's underscored
And I stand there smilin lookin for an exit
Desperate, tryin to flee free from your death kiss
And its a death kiss cuz new life is involved
9 months later when I screw tight a lit bulb
And look at a grocery store lane or a plane
And I see a child screamin that bears my last name
We stretched a wild weekend and turned it to an 18-year
burden
Make this here person, it's better than it sounds
I look him in the eyes and I frown
And I tell him that I'll always be around
And I look you in the eyes and I smile
And I tell you that I'll always be around
At least a while, at least for now
Cuz that's my style

And that's what seperates f*ckin from makin love
f*ckin's about the sex, makin love's about the body hug
You gotta tug less, baby, I can promise you this
We'll come together as one, I promise you this
Cuz this is what seperates f*ckin from makin love
f*ckin's about the sex, makin love's about the body hug
You gotta tug less, baby, I can promise you this
We'll come together as one, I promise you this
Cuz this is what seperates f*ckin from makin love
f*ckin's about the sex, makin love's about the body hug
You gotta tug less, baby, I can promise you this
We'll come together as one, I promise you this
Cuz this is what seperates f*ckin from makin love
f*ckin's about the sex, makin love's about the body hug
You gotta tug less, baby, I can promise you this
We'll come together as one, I promise you this

Cuz this is what seperates f*ckin from makin love
You gotta tug less, baby, I can promise you this
I can promise you this, I can promise you this