little to late

Windows down head out , inhaling the fresh air No more noise, no more hate; just peace Water on the skin diving deep, the cold sensation No more curse Just me flipping of pages dramatic lines and Oscar wining writing just me and my CEO No more lusting around Oh, I wish I knew him better dressed in black, and remembering HIM An angel freshly fried plantains yum I can easily hurt myself with this the pain feels good Headphones on Frank Ocean, monttel fish; which one? bye for now