Don’t you ever wanna dislocate and say amen? I’m not lolly gaging with common sense and I’m not one to do the things you can’t recommend but I wanna see the sun rise from a different end. Well, I don’t think that time exists and I just think we’re wasting time by keeping track of it. January barely met me and it gave me the cold. April came by and reminded me that I was getting old. June took my home and sold it to July, now I bathe outside. So where’s the point in throwing fists at the things that we’re gonna miss and reprehend? I guess sometimes it’s better than letting it wallow in a puddle of what could’ve been. Let it go boy, it never did, it never did.
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Remember that day when you gave all your inabilities away? Remember that phrase that you’d say when “caution” didn’t hold any weight? Well, anyway, anyway….
Fuck all the stone brick walls in the fog that never said “excuse me” or involved a better way to shrug by. We don’t deserve to shrug by. Fuck all the bogus laws in that rock that never said “I’m sorry” or evolved into a better way to shrug by. We don’t deserve to shrug by. The moments you were left thinking, “How come no one’s thinking of me?” We don’t deserve to just shrug by.
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I think I’m possibly possessed. Is it okay for anyone to ponder this? I’ve turned my vices into my closest friends and we speak back and forth in the venue of my head. They’re leathered and feathered with all sides dissevered. “Remember, remember what is really worth the effort”.
I’m done with being sad all the time.
Apple Pie.
I woke up from my American dream. I had two corvettes and a corset queen. There were woods on fire and beached gasoline. Ravenous possums on the cover of every magazine. Preaching heathen priests, criminal tyrant police, private selfish policies, grayscale emotion freaks talking to soul-less plastic things. Flocks of owls terrorizing the streets. Oh, I woke up from my American Dream and rushed down to my local dispensary. I asked for a refund on everything. I want a fucking refund for everything. I talked to a man who was still asleep. He snored and said “those punkers are just mad cause they don’t know how to have a good day” Well, they wouldn’t know freedom if it was taxed and sold overseas. No, they wouldn’t know freedom if it bit them in the embassy.
Makeshift.
I went to bed with disappointment cause she wore my favorite dress. If it makes a world of difference, it wasn’t my favorite moment. I went to bed with disappointment cause she showed up with no request. I was feeling awfully lonely, so how spontaneous is this? Who’d knew I’d sleep with disappointment? I know surely it wasn’t you. Oh, when I missed that bus I rode your trust on a downhill avenue. I went to bed with disappointment for a lousy lay before a shitty day that erupted from dismay.
