Riggs to the right

This is what I remember 

A few tears before I 

Fell down and picked up 

Hella shit and

Just flew through the pretends

Clinging into triple time

Skipping every third beat

Unable sky and it's true 

Available and done fine dining express

And so I build dreams

Out of roller skates

Aimless streets of Verona 

Write

Or die

Opportunistic and loose sight of heartbroken disguises