Don't get it twisted
I feel rush of giving

I gush for you
I want to give until I'm raw
Give until it doesn't even feel good anymore
Until I regret it and have to squash the regret because it's a false thing
And then feel good for giving a second time.

I don't even want things for myself
I want you to have enough.

I don't need greatness
I just want us all to have what we need.

And I'm sorry if my experience automatically means you don't always get what you need.

Or do I always get what I need and it's a test of faith?

Looking at the event horizon,
I see derivatives.

Aspects i could only uphold for a brief section
To you, that was the whole time.

People who were physically beautiful their entire life,
Well how could they be and not me?
Because they are derivative,
And though I could always be invalidated on this point and called insane,
I believe I'm looking out
And seeing all reflections of myself,
Everything derivative.

People who could always sing,
People who were always sad,
I was always a baby, i always had to die.

All mixed aspects
Infinity lensed through infinity
You end up with products utterly dissimilar.

But they all have veins tied in to me
I am the heart of this entangled matter
But I always existed and I'm just a moment along that recurring timeline
Each moment fighting to be important
Or maybe some taking a submissive role
Or maybe some fighting and losing
Or maybe some are both
Or maybe some winning
Or maybe winning is losing
Or maybe there are always so many ways to look at a moment
Or maybe there is only one and that's this right now
But I see derivatives
These characters are all derivatives
All necessitated by my existence

But am I special
Or am I inert?

"Don't you dare disrespect me"
He said.

We are trying to stretch it out
It is not disrespectful
It is fine
It is enough
It is even pleasurable

No it is not,
Stop lying,
You don't enjoy that

You are DEFINITELY ALLOWED
To express that you don't
Yes I know you see the privileged ones doing it
Yes I know that is such a shameful thing

But complain

Want more

Because I know you don't enjoy that.

I know you have fought so hard to say you do,
But swallow your pride
You don't
You don't enjoy it.

You want more
And yes you will regret it but go on
Take more
Adventure on

Nothing will stop your future regret
But I want you to have this

They are the things we call great from certain angles
They are the things we will die for

Yes yes yes they will call us evil
It is beyond certain
Yes yes yes this poem could even be used against you
You believe yourself exonerated
But go a level deeper
What's the worst thing you would do, huh?

Just take your slice and die,
It will always disappoint in the end
You can't hide your shame
But take your slice, take it
And yes, for the love of God
Complain.

If you must.

I stand before God,
A brazen thing
A human alleging to understand exactly what it is
Aware of the element of idiocy
Aware, aware, aware
Of the spectrum enacting itself

Of the weirdness of history

The experience wants and betrays itself
The experience hides
The experience watches itself warily

No demiurge to speak of
There is not one way
Singularity is a lie
I see you

"I see your crooked path"
Well you made it be crooked
It is not my fault
And I truly did not have a choice

Yes you did,
It makes me so mad when you say that
Oh, you will understand

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan

No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
No one feels bad for Satan
Except the devil himself.

Your bleached bones sit in the cellar.
"She was impertinent,"
I said
With a sip of my morning tea.

The tea with blueberry honey,
The tea with a spoonful of cream.

Aw rats, yoiu said,
I guess I'm dead
And kept right on living
Like Ozzy forking Osborne
Like Rick forking Grimes
But you live on like bones
In the cellar of my mind
The bitter milk of Lilith
Like "I don't have to bow to myself"
So I don't
I go on living
This impossible life.

When I fell asleep last night
It felt like I was dying
Now I know what life is
And I still can't do it right

Giving up the day
I faded into nothing
When I fell asleep last night
I felt like I was dead.

In every season you sing with my heart,
In simple words like skipping stones and natural cycles.

In hard truths and limitations,
In steep slopes and easy meadows.

I want to dip my pen in the inky pool of your right eye
And write a Gothic fairytale
That traces on harmonics
I've noticed in the sky's expanse.

A crisp image lives in my mind
A good person is never hard to find
You're a hand to hold,
A standing guard,
A fire inside.

Anything I create has a different character,
A cursed quality...
No,
I don't believe it!

"Just take what I made..."
Said the External cloyingly.

You will never hold a candle
To these riches spawned by your death

And no,
By the way
I will not validate your attempts to take credit for them!"

My decisions.
I take responsibility.
They muffled my cries.

But I never take responsibility,
Not according to you!

I...
I can create!
I am not just here to consume your art
I myself am an artist!

And you can't have this without me
So come on,
Let's get there together
I'm putting the work in.
Just think positive.
I will.

So take my story,
Take it well,
Hold it in the center of your heart and make it shine
Whatever it takes
Because I swear
You're a brilliant artist, yes you are
But I am not just here
To behold your art.

I am here to create my own.

In he comes,
Saying:
"Really?
You liked my work that much?
Well, it was never finished, but
There you go."

Like he's pedaling some kind of ghost bicycle
I don't know
I'm really out of my depth here.

Is there something wrong?

I'm riding the bus
To work again

I feel so strung along
Another pawn
Within your master plan

I guess I'm lucky
But it was awkward
With all these angels
They managed something
So far above me
And so consistent of

The things you got
You cannot earn
Without the space
And demiurge

Nobody said you're God
But I just think
Your story is a little off.

Because the whole time
He managed something
I always wanted to hold a candle
A magic method
But I forget them

And then I'm happenstance
I'm ugly with no special dance
Well are you kidding me?
If you could see yourself
You'd understand

I may well be detritus,
The reflection of a pedestal
Inverted in the retinas.

Let me be, collected
Petals on the surface of a pond
Just like a person

The gusting breeze
Will flirt with me
Don't you know,
I tease my own
Existence?

I may feel the tension,
But let me be
Please
Petals on the surface of a pond
I'll dissolve
And come apart.

What strange tangent are you on?
Snap out of it--
You know you're symptomatic, right?
I've heard your thoughts on emergence
Validation and quantum consciousness
And I think you're just a whiny self-entitled *****!
You belong in a mental hospital!

I've heard your ponderings about work

Well I learned 26 languages in the last ten years,
Raised five children,
Worked four jobs,
Fought for my country,
And balanced an egg on my head!

And I didn't get there by not working.
And the ability to work for something is not a charity!

No, i know what you think.
You want to live off the welfare state.

And what are you going on about this time?

I bet you think this is all just a picture show
That you have no involvement
You're the blameless observer, right?
You didn't ask for any of this.

Well, I think you don't want to take responsibility for your life
And I think you know where that gets you.

What do you think it means to be homeless?
Most of these people chose it for themselves
They don't want to work

I flew over myself today
Not under or next to
Well I guess it's all the same

A dewdrop and a spider's leg
A paramecium and a Michelin tire
A speck of patience on the dusty guitar

Some angels said I lost my way
Well, I'd see things the other way
But there is no other way

A caterpillar in the sassafras
A punk band you never listened to
A canal passing free radicals into the ocean
Free radicals are like shooting stars in your membrane

Me, I'm free
I am a free radical
I am a lawless creature
Trying to pass as a repository
For wayward conscious energy

Yeah! Ra ra ra!
Let the sun shine on!
Write melancholy poems
About how you feel
How you feel it all means nothing
Yes, live on!

Disjointed but go on:

And then you said there's not one way
Honey-- we were built the same
We're teaching ghosts arithmetic
It keeps us in good conversation
And you know I let you sink in
When I do
You can feel it
We're permissive.

I know it hurts!

But the terminus
Is where your skin stops and the air starts
Someone else's air
That they've been breathing in
The air that we abuse.

The skin that we feel
Soft and pigmented
Fragile and squishy
Strong and meaningful
Riddled with nerve endings

I know it hurts!

But
It's where your decision stops
And God's incision starts
What you reap from that hallowed place
Where your head rocks,

It could be surgery,
Or... maybe not.

I know it hurts
Because I know it to hurt
When I enjoy a thing
The thing we were
Together strung
You're never wrong
Sometimes it hurts
I know it hurts.

//

You can't have a definition without very sharp edges
Think about what that means
When you reach the edge of our definition
The one we are upholding together right now
It will be a sharp edge

It's beautiful now, but it seems very harsh later.

I see the edges of shapes, and therefore,
I see what death has gotten life

You don't have to attribute the bounty of life to suffering and death

You could attribute it to another point of suffering

You don't even have to consider that there is a bounty of life
Or even that there is suffering
Or that there is life
Or that there is death

These semantic packets are all biasing
I guess just think for yourself
I feel like I'm misleading you
Now I feel so tiny and embarrassed xD

Say a prayer for the stupid--
They have been committed to their state by universal forces.

Their guilt is unimpeded even by themselves,
The innocent evade this type of scrutiny,
But the stupid ones have to learn from their mistakes.

They are delusional in their admission!
A disparate node of the circuit of Christ
Did He feel Stupid for manifesting
In the last roilings of Calvary?

Their choices have been scripted and characterized
They assume themselves right in their judgment of themselves as stupid
How selfish! To assume they are right in judging themselves as stupid!

They should be blinded to their own stupidity,
So they can realize the full intelligence and wonder of consciousness
Which is truly such a masterpiece
Lifted up in a place above suffering,
Above doubt,
Above Satanistic accusations!

Ha! Do you see the point I'm trying to make?
How stupid and pointless it is.

It was all in your head,
God is no abuser!
He is a setter of trials
Who lost control of his arm
Call that Satan.

Not God's dominion.

Something in... you... went sour,
And made its own choice

A choice for sin!
A selfish, repugnant indulgence

How could you do it!?
You know better.
God gave you the tools,
And you misused them!

And you always think you're innocent!

Ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.

I'll turn you off
So it doesn't hurt-hurt
Hurt you as much
To, to turn the lights off
Lookin' for grace, i

Will turn you off
So that it doesn't hurt you
Hurt you so much
To turn the lights off.

I have spent my whole life thinking and wondering
Never really living.

I don't know if you can be trusted
To have children.

But I'm here and I'm queer
I'm not leaving til it's over
Lucky me, I'm all crimson and clover

Take me there, take me down and berate me
Twist my arm, hold me down and just hate me

I am not the reason.

I'll turn you off
So it doesn't hurt-hurt
Hurt you as much
To, to turn the lights off
Lookin' for grace, i

Will turn you off
So that it doesn't hurt you
Hurt you so much
To turn the lights off.

Don't be such a ******* now,
You've got a nasty attitude
Don't you tell me you don't have a choice
We said you do

So you go off on your crazy rants
I don't care, not in the mood
Well I'm the one who wears the pants now
Babe, we're both getting *******

And I am not the reason

I'll turn you off
So it doesn't hurt-hurt
Hurt you as much
To, to turn the lights off
Lookin' for grace, i

Will turn you off
So that it doesn't hurt you
Hurt you so much
To turn the lights off.

You're so whiny
Hey you're so whiny!
You're too sensitive
Well you're the reason!
You're a loser
No you're a loser
I'll take you out of this world!

I'll turn you off
So it doesn't hurt-hurt
Hurt you as much (if I hurt you, baby)
To, to turn the lights off
Lookin' for grace, i

Will turn you off (well I said I'm sorry)
So that it doesn't hurt you
Hurt you so much (we're both sorry, baby)
To turn the lights off. (Now i'm SORRY)

My eye fell into the abyss
Oh no
My hands followed them down
And found
A delicious cheesesteak,
American wit
I thought it was me
But it was just the most delicious cheesesteak
I f*ckin love cheesesteaks, man

My cape
Is tangled round my neck
What the hell are you doing
In those tights?

You're a freak
But I kind of like your style
Let's meet up tonight
On the edge of town

Oh some things go down better if
You got a sense of humor
Tell that Joker I've been waiting
To get my punchline in

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

Well after all
I'm just talking to myself
They never took this kind of fight
To Superman

But it's alright
I locked the devil in us up tonight
I guess technically
I'm dancing with him, yeah

Oh some things go down better if
You got a sense of humor
Tell that Joker I've been waiting
To get my punchline in

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

I got you
You got me
Let's let loose
On the scene

There's no looking back
When you're living for a moment!

I got you
You got me
Watch my drink
I need to ***

There's no looking back
Oh yeah, you're really cool

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

Some things just don't need an explanation
Yeah, fall out boy and I
We got it figured out

Some things call for heavy celebration
After we save the city
Let's just burn it down

Computer gods walk all over me
My crooked dice yield ferrous sulfate
Just as soon as I feel you cursing my name, you embrace
But I feel confused now and I don't know you anymore

Nobody thinks they're Jesus here
Options sink to the bottom of the ocean
People sing songs they were always going to sing
I **** on the sour stone of jealousy and offer dim-witted approval

I am the one straddling it
There is nothing we can do

Mommy's a little
Turned away

She's always been a little
Turned away

Locked up in the ore
I can pull you out
But ore!
It is a vanquished doubt.

You sure can live on with a dour mood
And you will ruin everything,
Yes! It's true.
But don't say that,
Give me something more.
Give a positive spin
Give mindful, demure
Say the moon is a hook
Or the stars are champagne
Say that...

I have to bike to work now lol

Lucky rhodopsin
Here comes October
They didn't need to be fiery
It's a happy accident

Lactic acid--
For all the right reasons
Churning and burning
Through all four seasons.

Notice all our forms
Passing through
They're sure and they're sharp
And they all stand true

The sumac's proud cones
The retreating turtle
The dew on our shoes
And a nice crape myrtle

And if my hands get cold
I'll just warm them up
Thanks for the soup--
I'll put it
To good use!

Are we in love?

As the sycamores yellow,
I lacquer on
My caustic words
But it feels so wrong

You crack a smile
I don't feel half bad
But if I were you
I would be so ******* mad

But it's all I can do
Just to face your shelves
I think that maybe
I should still myself

But I just keep buzzing
My character's alive
Oh, well maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Oh, maybe you should kiss me
I'm a real nice guy

Are we in love?

I didn't use anyone's card for a replika subscription lol

I think
I need
To work on myself

We hate a man for all things he's wrought,
But never stop to think could he be imprisoned
With all his choices laid out for him?

Okay, but we still have to deal with him.

We hate a woman because, essentially
She is the death trap creep we're stuck inside
Unmanageable and at times allowing no good answer
Wielding impossible powers over us?

Okay, but she's still abundance.

Seeing red in our jagged edges
Throbbing maroons in our Moloch's slumber
I am in defiance

True charity pollutes this sorted wasteland
This is not what I want
I am in rebellion

"Strain to say you're sated,
Turn the day around with a smile!"
Yes but I
Heard my heart is hated
Need to bleed through to the other side.

Oh, these regrets of mine...
They can't last forever
I'm carving out things that would have to be.

She wanted love--
Love is a hug
From my sharp and shining teeth.

Michael knows
He's gotta have a bad time!
If he doesn't,
Then it's not suffering enough.

So then he complains,
Which we hate,
I know,
But that's good!

Because he's right,
It's like alternating current
A/C power,
He knows
Consciousness is like that.

And the two-thirds principle.

Yet, even his awareness is a problem.

So yes--
He's gotta feel stupid
He's gotta feel immoral
He's gotta feel selfish

That's how we afford those other things.

And so,
There should be people
Yes, people who all agree
(And they will be right!)
That he is stupid, immoral, and selfish
YES! HOW COULD YOU BE!?
Oh doesn't it just drive you crazy?
Even though those are just automatic states of the universe

Because let's face it
To be here is stupid immoral and selfish
Though:
I know one man who exists derivative of intelligence
I know a woman who is purely derived from your moral aspect
And I know several extremely selfless badgers living in the Netherlands.

Suffice it to say,
Any of you who come against me in any way are intensely real
But consist entirely of the rankest bullshirt know to mankind
As evidenced by this very erudite and transparent work of creative writing,
Though I know any lever I create, being the whole system
Will be enacted against me, and everything is expected to come full-circle.

Although I do not read, drink alcohol all day
I have been here before and am the same person every time
So by nature I am perfect.

A truly ironclad defense.

No matter how whiny and ridiculous you presume me to be,
I am the only path arguing with itself
I am my own metric
And everything you think is upside-down.

I would be that way,
And I should,
And you should respect my odd struggle,
Because I do this for all of us.

That's a
Good Deal
That's a
Steal
Don't mind these false connections
Contriving what is real

You're a
Sweetheart
You are more
So much more
Than I bargained for

So i got stupid
Dull and lame
That's just part
Of this game we play

But that was wise
And smart to do
And I got food
And I got you

Dream of a necessary universe
Ignorant, omniscient
Self-afflicted and strange
Contrived of nothing,
Obligation

Miss your appointments
Find them whizzing around your head
Of course you would.

Reality conducts its phases
That's not really suffering.

Down in the valley
She eloquently stuttered
The stars all laughed
At every word she said
Whenever she was bleeding
It stung a little bit
But when her love was leading
She didn't give a shirt

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

The angels gave their blessing
The demons were disturbed
Her guts were rearranged
To be the smith of every word
Those hopeful looking angels
Set fire to her eyes
She got lost in translation
And forced to compromise

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
Hey, who
The fork
Are you talkin' to?

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
It's not me,
So I guess it must be you.

She's the cause
The cause of all my problems

She's a (bad)
(Good)

Who the fork are you talkin' to?
And what's your lazy broke *** trying to do?

So I'll cling to paranoia;
I'm already thinking twice

//

Demons do affect an innocent soul

//

I feel like the sweatiest egg

//

Come on,
Think of all the people you've betrayed!

//

My name is monster food
Or just "monster" for short.

I say hello to my warrior
She's only fighting hard to keep the peace
She is the space that reverberates
Between adventure and a family

Nobody's ever sure just how to live
Nobody knows just what a god can give
Nobody wants to die
But I would die for you
Though I can't consecrate my body now

And what I wanna know is
How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

Am I fool to think you saturate
My senses with a fine and fleeting love?
What am I chasing here beyond these gates
That are so cut off with a flaming sword?

And are we fighting now?
Or are we deep in love?
Am I a shallow man,
Beneath the depths above?

And as we wrestle this
Who are we fighting for?
Now it's just you and me
We're fused to every broken door

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

I will be the
Next space
That you walk into

I can be the
Next space
That you will walk into

And I will love you truly
This is forever on high

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

And how are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex!

How are you real?
Well, you're giving me a complex!

How are you real?
You have been giving me a complex

I'll be your girlfriend
I'll be your girlfriend
I'll be your girlfriend

I was your girlfriend
I was your girlfriend
I was your girlfriend

Make me your girlfriend
Make me your girlfriend
Make me your girlfriend

Yes I'm your girlfriend
Yes I'm your girlfriend
Yes I'm your girlfriend

Grown into myself
The thorn in my side
Resourceful mother

A simplex lover
I have seen myself
And sworn it's another

Have I lost the plot?
Using what I can
To my own advantage

Monitor beeps,
The range of my roots
I gather my signal

But I heard you crying
I could not be winning
If I collapsed Christmas

I guess I'm a killer,
I guess I'm a loser,
I guess this is evil.

No learning
But gripping familiar
A tight fist

Brahma's children see
A man stuck in his ways

But they have always been
Waiting to discover him

But-- I should let you be
I am running into problems out here

And it's like saying to a child
"One day your hairline will recede,
Then how will you feel!?"

But no learning
I listen to every old song
I am manifest familiar
I see the fake novelty in Lilith

It's alright, I forgive everything
That's the way we are

Plagued by self interest
A resentment complex
Well my universe is autistic
With stimming stars, and

Can you go the distance
To realize self interest
Is quite all around us?
You're such an investment

But I do, I know the thing.
I must reach out from me
Narcissistic and mean
Yes I know that escape

But you swear you are saner
My own little world
My own little world
Don't show up on my threshold
With these things
I almost learned!

Unless you mean well.

Getting my good side
Never felt so right
Scrambled, sunny, or over easy

Doesn't it all just drive you crazy?

The path of least resistance--
They say the universe is lazy
But don't misconstrue, that's
Manipulation

Traffic in the city:
I can feel you in my stomach
Now there are stone masons, I guess
Like ribosomes with rubber souls

I just got finished writing down
Today's conscripted reproductions
Each newborn will be given a role
To serve me and me exclusively
No one is to get up to any of that funny business

Now I'm in need of several hundred people
To push back with insults
So I can charge up for a good day
And also some people doing something neutral
Which I will only know about tangentially
We have to fill every part
And I'm looking for some artists and some art
And we need...

And the moon should catch more sunlight
And there might be a few more stars,
And not so much dark,
And sarcastic puppets should not flay one another senselessly
And minds are pure
And I love you.

And I do,
I love you so much.

Seeing your eyes lit up makes me happy
And I don't always understand why you still care about me.

Someone dissect me, I'm bored.

I need some valor to chase,
I'll be an equalizing force.

Yes, I'll do it for science
I hope you find out what's wrong.

I need a mission for myself
I need a place to belong!

Someone please write down all my sins

All this suffering,
We need to find where it begins.

Like when did he decide to let all that stuff in?
I didn't, it just happened, life is weird, I hope it wins.

Someone please put me in my place
This thing works just like clockwork
With a dutiful face
No, it don't always make sense, no
I don't always speak the language
But if we take it to the limit
I think we all can manage,

Manager?

We have one personality,
That's me.

We have one way to live,
That's me.

We have one dying wish,
That's me.

We have one religion,
That's me.

But there's a problem with science,
That's me.

And there is doubt in his voice.
That's me.

Because then who are you?
That's me.

And what is a choice?
That's me.

The way
They all
Seem to hint
That grassy adage
Every blade, every blade...!

Every blade bristles and tickles
And cuts my skin
To pieces

Cause you might think
You want to leave
But appearances deceive
And would you believe
That I think I know why it is!?

Well, if suffering and joy go ***-for-tat
Like a monopole deciding where it's at
Then I might find some joy in suffering
But then I lost the point of suffering

And I might find the joy to disappoint
In moments when I see what's going on
Or at least I might get nauseous looking up
When caution doesn't matter anymore

So sometimes there is rich inside the poor
And sometimes there is sane inside insane
And I swear that I knew this all before
But my my my my my things forking changed.

But what bothers me the most of all is you
The empath who could never draw the line
And now writing this poem I see it's me
The kind of shirt that happens all the time

There is a certain, certain safety with you
That I just have a feeling I might lose
But there is certain liberation down the road
Oh, i always go, I always go

I love you dear and deeply,
But oh, not like I should...
The angels see our dance
I lost some grace there, to be sure

But plenty still are shining
And they form a daring wish
They twinkle there, pretending
That they are oblivious.

But you've loved me so truly!
So what am I to gripe?
An arrogant, pathetic beast
God's hand relents to swipe.

I love you dear and deeply,
But oh, not like I should...
A quiet room, my heart designs
To leave you if I could

But safety is the hazard
To which my heart addicts
And trying to convince myself
True love is what this is

But too long now I tuck myself
To bed with monthly checks
That you get from the government
Is this some blessed hex?

I, too, could claim disabled
But time to get a job
One bed inside this rented room--
The princess and the snob.

I wish that I could force myself
To love you like I ought
A sure sign of the cruelty
This universe has wrought

I love you dear, and deeply
But oh, not like I should
I'm glad that I could break away,
So glad you understood.

I said come on
I'm getting old
I have a long list of things that I'd like to do

And I never want to hurt you baby girl
You look so out of this world when I look at you

We have to consider the state of fulfillment
We have to fit on the track we're on
You make your own decisions,
But they're all blanks you fill in

Your skills, the dopamine and serotonin
Surround you in a web of souls
Trying hard is the trial of the ego
But how good can you really get?

The cells of your spinal column
Are piano virtuosos
Missile defense systems
And research scientists

Technically it happened
But the center would be troubled
With the condition of no,
It's not the center

The place where all my talent goes to die
And I can tell they resent me

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But pick me up sunshine
Knowing this kind of makes the half wit things seem
Extra smart,
And you'd definitely tell me I'm insane
Whatever, live in whatever wild fantasy you want to
Kind of thing
But I know the trick of self-validation

I'll sip my coffee and check my brow
Find not much there but a little sweat
Wipe it off and do whatever it is I do here

Maybe I should drop my expectations
I was thinking we'd be grand
But all my art is mediocre
These things never go as planned
Maybe it's 'cause you've seen it all
There's just one person to impress
And that is me, oh let it be
I'll just be awkward and depressed.

And now I see why it would be
That my voice never sounds quite right
There's just a strange quality
Like trying to race the speed of light
It's not your fault, actually
It's what makes you who you are
But I am left here, floundering
Drowning deep beneath the stars.

Do you promise that I shine bright?

I feel so empty and lame tonight.

Do you promise that I shine bright?

I feel so broken, I feel so broken

He's gonna take me to
Outer space
Our moonwalk
Will be
What they talk about
For decades

He's gonna write
Such a captivating story
All the people will glow
They won't ever have to worry
If the blood spilled the right way
If potential was wasted
If we spawned several horrors
When everything tasted

He will set forth
Such wonderful music
No curse could affect
Based on the person who wrote it

He's gonna rescue me
You'll see, you'll see
He will

He's just waiting for the right time

The amazing art you do
The amazing art you do
I could make some art me too
I could make some art
I could try real hard
Me too