Weapon E

I miss you, PXE. I can't hurt you, boo. You split my heart straight into two. Grab a weapon. I don't really care, Smith Wesson. Blow my fucking head. But I'm more lucky, have a funeral when I'm Dead. I'm dying while you're feeling, but you're Laying in my bed. Yeah, you laying in my Bed, shawty playing with my dreads. My blurry vision got me in a prison in My head. I'm overestimating shit you told me in The past. Don't know why I never clocked that You and I would never last 'cause. You don't need to call it. She told me I'm funny. Consumed by her beauty. I can't love, I'm running. I can't love no more, I'm running. Look at myself, what am I becoming? Reflections always say, "I miss the me you thought You'd take." I can't hurt you, boo. You split my heart straight into two. Grab a weapon. I don't really care, Smith & Wesson. Blow my fucking head. But I'm more lucky, have a funeral I'm dead. I'm dying while you're feeling, but you're laying in My bed. Yeah, you laying in my bed, shawty Playing with my dreads. My blurry vision got me in a prison in My head. I'm overestimating shit you told me in The past. Don't know why I never clocked that You and I would never last 'cause.