I've nitpicked these porcupine quills
til I was left with a fistful clenched
like the gravel beneath gravity's pull
And I threw myself together a smile that
matched the illegitimacy of a generation
drenched in green slime and no where
to go but drive thrus that won't end
It's a fantastic imagination meets
Whooly mammoth procrastination
If the worlds a stage then who the ****
pays who to play it and where do I
apply for the collective **** fame ****

They live we sleep
Find my serenity getting
intimate with the bed sheets
What makes you wink

I am a hostage engaged in
a Gentleman's war mentality
One slip of the cog and my half
cocked dominos are liable to fall

I'm situated comfortably
in Anti Social County
It's a bit cloudy, but
what's the outside to a housefly
My girl, she stays at home couch bound;
a certified Netflix hound

She likes to confine her smile to
make up and daily suppliers
I've even seen her pull tricks to reinvent
the script of Pretty Little Liars
Good thing I'm addicted
to the way the juicy fruit drips

I got a dog
Yeah, I got a dog
I forgot it's name tho
So there ain't much dialog
It sits inside it's cage dreaming
of finer things like hydrants and sirens
-Luxury-

There is no grass only concrete
So what am I supposed to do
compare the blisters on both feet
I'd rather just smoke the green and
pretend like my effort wasn't on repeat

Trying to find the right words
Is a lot like walking on glass,
No matter how long you keep going
Nothing quite feels right.
I want to rip out all the little shards
And pile them up in an attempt
To prove to you my intent.
Maybe my trickling blood
Would paint a prettier picture
Than my words currently present.
Is that what love sounds like?
I don't think there's a set frequency
That one could properly understand.
That's what I'm saying.
No matter what I say
It will never truly represent
What you mean to me.
I'm at a loss of words;
You have me playing with toys.