Better on Paper

This is just how I get it out,
So everytime someone comes around,
I dont have to cry, scream, or shout,
Seems once its on paper, it quiet the sounds,
And every lost word, seems to be found.

Green bills fade,
As the money piles away,
Locked up in a shed of stray straw and  hay,
Cause when theres nothing left to say,
It's better to go your cya later's
Cause sometimes, things are left better on paper.

Im not lookin' for opinions
When I voice out all these figments
In my head,
Yet I seek forgiveness,
In cup covered lipstick,
As I lay in cold restless bed,

The auroma of licorice,
Turns hitlist to scentless,
The flood gates have already fled,
As I write in code,
Cause of all the anxious unknown,
My words will replace it instead,

Green bills fade,
As the money piles away,
Locked up in a shed of stray straw and  hay,
Cause when theres nothing left to say,
It's better to go your cya later's
Cause sometimes, things are left better on paper.

Some say the best work,
Is done when your afraid,
Hence while im always terrified,
With angelic eyes,
I stay awake for all that voice an opinion.
Of all the thoughts in my head.