Misery is a company

Clockwork tangerine, running through my mind.
Her lipstick perfect, and the sun always shined,
Misery is a company, bankrupt, and closed.
My mind is still sharp, when a warm breeze blows.

Melancholic meanderings, in sandles, with rubber soles,
If the truth, didn't work, then a lie, would be told.
Time melted, like a hershey bar. puddled at my feet
Sweet and sticky and my phone started to be beep.

Tic tok ain't s**t, this video is still being made.
As I sit back on this stump, waiting to be paid.
Everything came to a loud, grinding halt.
When my hand came out empty, from the family vault.

Now near the end. . .or beginning, I sit here and wait,
Don't know what city or even what state.
When I see crazy, now, I run
But that s**t, was . . A whole lot of fun.