To Cook My Head

it was hot makes you feel spent just breathin' but she was comfortable as judas in hades just like ice cool in the shade you shout and dance about with all this jealousy you are electric hot under the collar but the winds are blowing in her favor but the rivers are sweet on her lips it was hot as death warmed over not an ounce of inked shade to be had and you got issues hounding your thoughts beginning to feel like its a church to the apostle's of rage darken your horizons with her like the universe is her little game the wind walks its ignorant gesture across you and that just fans the flames after all she just acknowledged her divinity its hot enough to cook my head but you are wrapped tighter than a prisoner all used up and jealous key to surviving this day lay in her eyes in them you see your forgiven soul in them you see your salvation's way if you can forgive yourself first if you can grow that fast