By Michael Cumming. From canadia. Like the weeknd.
I’m hungry! But I left my lunch at home so it’s my fault. But I’ll have food when I get home
I’m bored as all hell. But I am at work getting paid
My back spasms are worse. Hmmm positive. Where’s the positive… Oh. It’s my lower right part of my back. Lot less painful than the upper middle part.
I hate to admit when jLo is right…
I’ve only got myself to blame
For painting these skies with your name
And it’s a crying shame cause
The city ain’t the same without you babe
The streets where we walked hand in hand
Sharing our dreams making our plans
And no one understands cause
The city ain’t the same without you babe
*Shut the fuck up!! Yeah you! Shut it!
This is what my creative process pretty much looks like on paper. The actual piece. Doodles while I think and/or edit. The blurred parts are from something I haven’t shared yet. Could be lyrics. Could be somethin that I just HAD to write etc. Beautiful chaos. In my mind. Then onto paper.
He wants her
She wants me
And I want you
No one is winning this game
And for love, our reward is pain
The most beautiful shame.
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