random randomenities
may is squealing down that hair pin curve and rounding out the grooves on the way. and somehow i stumbled over thoughts i had discarded several times around the sun ago. (esoterica can be so fucking boring.)
dinosaurs once ruled this rock a long time ago, now they collect seeds from much more uncivilized creatures. and sometimes when i'll drive down that stretch of road, it's impossible to tell the difference between the funeral homes and the furniture stores. somewhere along the way it went wrong. unleash the blue skies bring cliches into the heavens.
so you stumbled over something that was just too good to be true. you discard it as just that, and carry on with the banalities of misery. and maybe one day when the weather is a humid 83 degrees, the wind flowing in that south easterly way hits you just right and you realize you fucked up your one clear shot at happiness.
boy does that suck. and you want to scribble all over the walls in the blood of a thousand different ways to die, why did you quit me so easily? what did i do to deserve this?
yeah yeah yeah yeah. lizards don't grow wings for no reason at all.
but we can lock ourselves away forever and escape those truths. but we all know while we're sleeping all hidden underneath those countless blankets, our brown coats go out on the town, brush snowflakes from their collars and pick up girls with titanium hips and boys with plastic hair.
and when that faithlessness consumes our tiny bit of good to the last drop souls, we'll shroud ourselves in forts of mirrors when we're passing out the blame.
oh fuck it.
dinosaurs once ruled this rock a long time ago, now they collect seeds from much more uncivilized creatures. and sometimes when i'll drive down that stretch of road, it's impossible to tell the difference between the funeral homes and the furniture stores. somewhere along the way it went wrong. unleash the blue skies bring cliches into the heavens.
so you stumbled over something that was just too good to be true. you discard it as just that, and carry on with the banalities of misery. and maybe one day when the weather is a humid 83 degrees, the wind flowing in that south easterly way hits you just right and you realize you fucked up your one clear shot at happiness.
boy does that suck. and you want to scribble all over the walls in the blood of a thousand different ways to die, why did you quit me so easily? what did i do to deserve this?
yeah yeah yeah yeah. lizards don't grow wings for no reason at all.
but we can lock ourselves away forever and escape those truths. but we all know while we're sleeping all hidden underneath those countless blankets, our brown coats go out on the town, brush snowflakes from their collars and pick up girls with titanium hips and boys with plastic hair.
and when that faithlessness consumes our tiny bit of good to the last drop souls, we'll shroud ourselves in forts of mirrors when we're passing out the blame.
oh fuck it.