Post Hoc

I am very full up on love Warm belly full of blood My fever dream is crisping up around its edges I am very full up on love I am very full up on love Caught slippin' by the post hoc fallacy Swiftly followed by a clip roon the ear and a "Don't talk back to me" Let it stew 'til the bones got marrow-y And then reply "Yo, soz, phone lost battery" Spare me the soap box parody Circular logic and botox vanity We're all family, pure going on like the Z-list cast in a low cost dramedy It's honestly so fake, Allow the parcel-tongue I'm no talking to no snake Throat slit with voddy and gold flake On my sixth black coffee at Molly Malone's wake Thoughts foggy and opaque Trynna peice it all together like blocks in a mosaic Don't wait up just for the 2AM text sayin' "Sorry am gonnae be home late" Uh uh uh uh A little bit of something that you never knew you needed you needed but now you need it all the time The filler in a thesis on your innermost desires that you never even really meant to write And if you read between the lines you'll find the truth is out there somewhere and that shit it isn't really hard to find It's easy to forget that everything is simply particles of energy and light Step into the light You ever see a more absorbing freak show in your life? Skin Nosferatu white Eyes saucer-y and wide, jaw swinging to the side In the midst of my delusion back when every man was moving mad I swear that we could fly off Nowadays I stay reclusive in a shitty town I live and keep it tinted when I drive off