Far From Complete

When she says she needs time to see the times that we actually worked
I can't help but think she'll be looking longer than she'd prefer
'Cause when the love turned into lust, and everything broke
She didn't see us the same... I couldn't see her with any type of hope
She couldn't see me as the man I attempted to set myself out as
Starting to diminish, I couldn't get over my past...
She used to smile at that, whispering everything will be alright if we wait
The only problem was that she didn't stay...

Her name was like the sunrise to my daily
I was like the man rolling maple tree leaves just to reenact my habits safely
As fall settles in, and winter comes nearer
All I can dwell on is how the coming season makes me feel like every other nigga
Claimed intellectual?... go figure
She said I'm arrogant, that's nothing I can see myself settling . We
haven't spoke for weeks, for all I know she wants to pull a couple of fours on me
Or choke me out, doing anything she feels can grab a hold of me
Lately I haven't been too focused, and moreso I've unknowingly . Been
falling for women that mirror her image and everything she used to repose to me
It's like this irresistible urge is controlling me
"Maybe you should just back down, those walls can't hold out on anything even closely related to love's tile flo-ooooring... !"
But that is a lie, I covet my pride... and even though she used to be one I would try
And fail to side, I'd find myself thinking of her at night
On her at night, in her at night; prying her legs... finger fucking her mind
Excuse my French...
she has a way with my silver tongue, and I with her loosened lips
And I with her dry bed spread, and her with my thoughts
And I with her pen, and her with my cost effectiveness... and her with my family
And I with her heart, even though I know her thoughts of me can't stand me...
Poking her vain with nicotene just so she remembers what I possibly CAN be
I know that she misses me, and even though this isn't physically
She has no right to come across as a victim
No carrying on of traditions like I started the fight, I kept them away
I mean, she was the one going out on dates, she was the one with a double face
She was the one that said she couldn't stay away, and led me on
Telling her I distaste a liar, I found she fed me wrong
And I know it's the worst route to address it in a song, but whatever you thought you knew me as . Is dead and gone,
hope you're glad you're categorized like ex women once was everyone
You used to call me your Montague with phrases, with no stage presence
Forcing me to exit stage left, because I couldn't stage my feelings on that...
She didn't see us the same, and I'm proud to say she was right for that thinking
When everything seems like it's a constant right turn, so I started turning to drinking
Let me finish this a tad bit later...
Drinking brought out my demons, two weeks ago
I wouldn't ever thought my forearms would have such a frequent hold...