I am rusty. The adjective, not the super scientist.

[chakazard]

What the Hell's up with this moon thing, man?
I could sleep in an empty sea and nobody'd ever know
and nobody'd ever find me
until I come and claim the ground

I'm sick of a world where success means anything but everything I am
could ever be
Does anybody else so big feel like me?

I'm stuck halfway down
I'm a trapezoid peg
and the hole is round
so grease me up til I slide on out

I've done my time
To be big, you've got to be beat
But I tried and strived and more than five
Spent getting smaller by degrees

I don't know I don't know I don't know
I'm a hell baby trapezoid
and I've been burning since you could eat solids
now I know I'll never change

I'm throwing out a star from my shitty little moon chair
waiting for a story to be thrown back

There is no one there is only more

Screaming is the first artistic tool I have
Words are a distant second

Nobody would ever know how alone and cold it feels
To be so close

I stand in a pool
I rip out my guts
With scissor mouth and corkscrew brain
I know sure as dog I've gotta corkscrew brain today

I repeat myself every day
Until I get to a place you understand
Then we'll tie a string around it
and chuck it flush it ditch it get it out

I break the pattern
Rejection
Sweep all the crap out with ten thousand brooms

Looking up I feel the words stuck in my teeth
What the hell's up with the moon thing, man
I'm so used to the day
You'd almost think I wasn't meant for night.