But yeah, writer’s block. I wasn’t sure what to sit down and write tonight. And I’m writing while lying in bed. Laying in bed? Apparently spellcheck is telling me that “laying” is wrong. Thanks MS. I really needed something else double underlined saying “THIS IS WRONG RIGHT HERE FIX ME.”

I know in my heaviest of hearts that I have changed so much from that younger me.

I'll win you over make you my own,
Build you a throne in our home,
A pedestal of racecar palindromes.

Drawing your ire every time they call me sire, do you desire to see the fire and be inspired?

Or do you find me a liar, with pants of fire, showing stripes of a tiger, a liger, an out of his prime fighter?

Cause we swingin them thangs
And givin our thanks
When we roll up to the banks
And cop us some cake

And when it crumbled, oh boy, so did I. Even then, crumble feels like it still has too much consistency and stability.