BEGONIAS

Hey Juan, I always liked the way you think about stuff, it's pretty hot, not gonna lie

I'm telling all truth here, not gonna try
I always liked you, even in highschool, you know I was a ditz though, still am, I'm sorry for all of it, though
But i cant tell if you're just being nice, if you're jsut going along with everything for the sake of everything, for the sake of midwest nice,
I think you're great Juan, I think you're one of the greats, and I wish I could get along more with you,
I love your hair and your face and the way you say words and make art, it's really cool, not gonna lie,
but am I a dumb to think I could hold a flame to you when our lives are so separated now
where am i
what is
atlanta
chicago
who am i
what is
jo or anything

some plants in my house i grew, my begonias, they blossom while i be gone from my home, it's atlanta, i guess,
i dreamt of a friend here showing me the way, how can i leave her, when she lead me through the darkness for so long, she just told me the diety i met was looking out for me, when i thought it was after me, trying to cast me away.
but my dad he's old, and my moms she's old
and we're all just getting older
i'm getting to old to put my heart away
where do i put it

where am i
i miss the breeze of the lake and the cold snow,
i miss it all up there
but i built a castle down here and joined an army of artists here ready to fight for a better world
who am i to just throw that all away
to run away
from these bonds i drew in blood and union cards
maybe i should just stay

and i know you might not feel the same and that's okay, always i'm respectful and i'll lift up the greats like you all the same, no matter, no matter.

What can I say, i can't even be a friend to you, I'm all the ways away and I only organize my mind for myself

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