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FoolsThere's not a care in the world that I can't ignore, though I should and I don't and it hordes them some more, toward the sound and the feelings from that I adore, oh where is the point in finding the cure. But in said destruction a need should be met, one swearing to heed the hero of the wet, ad libitum, ad nauseum, add two plus two, but the ones who find light in me are indeed the fools.Of course I have tried, and faced troubling confusion of dreams and elation that need more elocution, to dare and to fight swearing undying love to one in whose backside a foot will be shoved. o.O But in the progression of chords I can't strum, a warm fuzzy noise in my forehead still hums. As innocent bystanders applaud with glee, shadows still know of the darkness in me.
But truth can be changed!, it has been, it must, a new vision gives a new sight one can trust. Clearly the cleary pertains to me, when I soar twenty feet high in a tree, stoned in thoughts of nothing, no one is facing the well trodde
Bottom's upI was sitting minding my own business
As I scanned my computer screen
Saw what you said, and I turned green
Couldn't believe you'd do that kinda thang
Lemme tell ya baby I won't hang
Got another reason to hit the bottle hard
I found a second set of lovely shoes in your car.
I'm not gonna ask no questions, but I'll be
Damned, damned, If I'mma give you all of me
I'm never quite so lonely as when you're alone with me.
So the lights are on, but I'm still afraid of all I can't see.
Another rising, another bottoms up to bane,
sipping cheap vodka pretending its champagne
Saw that BEAUtiful photo of some one else
Hiding not so well on that bottom shelf
I thought you were a smarter man
Got it a lil bit better than the rest of them
I'mma tell your girl that you like boys
I'mma tell your girl that you like toys
And she gonna tell me I'm lying
I'mma tell your girl that you did me
I'mma tell her all the shit that you gave me
And she gonna sit right there and cry
Don't you ever tell the truth on me
Mine?Crying always hurts even when you tired out
Always trying to breathe in more than you just breathed out
Finally got everything that's yours from my home
Now what about the possessions that I own?
Got my blankets, my pillows, my underclothes
Tell me, what part of all this isn't yours?
All the things that touched you, they touched me
Tell me what I gotta do so I can try to scream
I ain't got no ice box, I ain't got no pain
but the shadows that filled up my heart seem to remain
I got my eyes swelled shut and I can hardly speak
Everything I touch, you're all that I can see
It's all a part of you baby, it's all part of my broken dream
But if there isn't any you, then what's the point to scream
Saw you finally took me out of all your friends
Somehow I thought it comforted me till the end
But now the loneliness has made it lose its worth
So I turn my face away and try to find the mirth of the
situation, but as far as I can see, this is the end of you and the end of me
The end of all the possi
Kick my AssSitting at home watching movies ignoring all thought of responsibility
Looking at what needs done and turning away cos it ain't pretty
Nothing will ever get done, nothing will ever become
Of sitting at home watching movies when you got so much going for you
I can't breathe and I can't think cuz no one talks about it
This fat hole we're in and how we gonna climb up out of it
So Kick me in the ass
Kick me in the ass
Said I'm beautiful, and I got so many things going for me
Said I'm awesome but nothing's gonna set me free
Said I know why I'm here, I just don't know how to get out
It ain't wrong, but it ain't right letting all this talent dry out
So if you got a paintbrush, paint it
If you gotta cookie, ate it,
If you gotta guitar, play it
and if you got an anthem sing it now!
Kick my ass!
Kick my ass! a come on now
kick my ass!
kick my ass! come on!
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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