Be my boy, be my boy
Be my boy, be my boy
I've been thinking about those things you said
I've been thinking about those things we did
I've been thinking about those things you do
I've been thinking about those things you made me do too
Be my boy, be my boy
Be my boy, be my boy
I was hypnotized
By your fairy eyes
Like a tiger in the dark
You were hungry from the start
Diamonds, candy pills
One million dollar bills
You can try
But you can't buy me, buy me
Diamonds, candy pills
One million dollar bills
You can try
But you can't buy me
You can slide slide
Slippity slide
You can hip hop
And don't stop
I'll never be
On my knees
I've been thinking 'bout
Why you act so proud
I've been thinking 'bout
What's this shit about
Am I losin' control
Am I losin' my soul
Just tell me am I losin' you
I've been thinking 'bout
I've been thinking about
I've been thinking 'bout
I've been thinking about
Losing you
...
When I stand in my stairwell I can hear the rain fall and dance on the rooftop, the skylight, and in the eaves. It creates a sound that seems to surround me and fill the vaulting space to the ceiling. It makes me feel small; the stairwell becomes an expanse; the rain, all encompassing. The longer I listen, the clearer my thoughts become, the deeper my breaths. Me likey.
I have a playlist called "Rainy" for moments like these.
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