can't spell.
[Conditional Love and Death Smell]
Rabbits and Angels
lie flat on their back
As the dust of my Kinfolk
will sift through the sack
The train is now looming
your head throbs profusely
But its your duty to stand
and let go of the track.
I could use my own advice sometimes.
Two days left and I am free from the gaping insanity of high school.
I can start my life, become anything that I want.
I wont let myself slide. I'm sick of being stuck in the gutter, always waiting for a good day.
There aren't any "great" days just bearable ones. And maybe I can change that sometime soon.You can't get out of any hole by waiting around. It only gets deeper and eventually you'll have nothing else. Like that sand box metaphor which I wont use because I'm pretty sure that its trademarked by now.
I wont feel sadness as I grow and turn twenty nor thirty [if I indeed make it that long]. I will only become more docile and consistent.
Geniuses are a dime a dozen
try to think of something different
try so hard that it may be worth it
in the long run you're a waste
and a blatant mold and paste
and someone is bound
to stick you in glass.
[ Maybe ]
Elvis could tell me about it
Shirley Temple could teach me to dance
Judy Garland will introduce me to color
Kurt Cobain would share this bowl with me
Al Sharpton needs to get laid.
Rabbits and Angels
lie flat on their back
As the dust of my Kinfolk
will sift through the sack
The train is now looming
your head throbs profusely
But its your duty to stand
and let go of the track.
I could use my own advice sometimes.
Two days left and I am free from the gaping insanity of high school.
I can start my life, become anything that I want.
I wont let myself slide. I'm sick of being stuck in the gutter, always waiting for a good day.
There aren't any "great" days just bearable ones. And maybe I can change that sometime soon.You can't get out of any hole by waiting around. It only gets deeper and eventually you'll have nothing else. Like that sand box metaphor which I wont use because I'm pretty sure that its trademarked by now.
I wont feel sadness as I grow and turn twenty nor thirty [if I indeed make it that long]. I will only become more docile and consistent.
Geniuses are a dime a dozen
try to think of something different
try so hard that it may be worth it
in the long run you're a waste
and a blatant mold and paste
and someone is bound
to stick you in glass.
[ Maybe ]
Elvis could tell me about it
Shirley Temple could teach me to dance
Judy Garland will introduce me to color
Kurt Cobain would share this bowl with me
Al Sharpton needs to get laid.