Hold

Clear for takeoff
Wake up put
Your head
All in the salt
And kiss good thoughts away 
Put on your make up
Hide your faulty awful face
With confidence and grace
Then hop back on the awkward race
Mah best be on your way
I done got my way again
And no bust down or touchdown pass
Could touch that
I'm valuable
Your foundation malleable
I treat these coward kids like food
When out too long
I toss em in the dumpster
What you thought I lunched em
Chump
Shut the fuck up
Punched em
Crushed him till he crunched
Then grabbed a brush for him
Hushed him
Bleeding cuts still warm 
I don't need you present or ignoring
You can leave yourself right at the door