J Bigga

I wrote you this letter
then i ripped it all up
and threw it away
i taped it back together
and it's been by my bed stand
until this day
today all my things were stolen
i came home to find
that someone broke in
there's nothing left of value here
but that taped up letter
that i wrote you last year

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BREATHE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
DON'T LEAVE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
TAKE A DEEP BREATH
JUST BREATHE CAROLINA
HAVE A CIGARETTE PLEASE
IT'LL HELP YOU WITH THE STRESS
LIKE THE FIRST CIGARETTE OF THE MORNING
SHE WAS GONE WITHOUT ANY WARNING

somehow i knew it all along
how the strangest little things
seem to keep me calm
like words penned in evaporating ink
spewed out before i had the chance to think
on a ripped up page
that you never even got
and the brand of smokes
that you can't smoke a lot

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BREATHE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
DON'T LEAVE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
TAKE A DEEP BREATH
JUST BREATHE CAROLINA
HAVE A CIGARETTE PLEASE
IT'LL HELP YOU WITH THE STRESS
LIKE THE FIRST CIGARETTE OF THE MORNING
SHE WAS GONE WITHOUT ANY WARNING

when the sand glows pink and amber
and the smoke blows away your anger
and the red bead marches on
like a small parade
and this one drag is your savior
so you save the note for later
somehow the words mean less
on a taped up page

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BREATHE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
DON'T LEAVE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
BREATHE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
DON'T LEAVE CAROLINA
PLEASE CAROLINA
LIKE THE FIRST CIGARETTE OF THE MORNING
LIKE THE FIRST CIGARETTE OF THE MORNING