You gonna change up?

Are you gonna start wearing

Shoes with no socks,

And doing the

Hindenburg Hop?

 Do you expect me to believe that you’re going to start giving up?

You must have forgotten,

For all your sad talk, getting lost in sorrow.

I’ve been out on the stoop so long

Hollering at you, my insides have gone rotten.

Look, I need you to be in that space

Where you see other dimensions

And got the head to take me with you.

I miss you… I miss exploring the issues.

Now you look like you spend your nights

Cuddled up with a box of tissues

Feeling sorry for yourself.

Where’s the suspense?

Get over it, I got a joke for you.