Inner City
lights make the stars a little bit dimmer.
it's a shame fluorescent light can be so jealous,
so selfish.
people prefer the stars,
it'd be wrong to take them away in such a frivolous manner.
i can't hear you,
can you see me?
sorry,
you're breaking up.
most everything can be taken as a double edge sword,
think about the things you say and the spiteful evil things you do unbeknowest to an unsuspecting ally that leaves them unscathed but somewhere in your mind you find the double meaning.
we're all unintentionally cruel.
i'm permafucked with malice.
and i'm loving my life every single day.
especially when i'm sleeping.
the sub conscious can unveil so many uncharted waters you never even dare tread on,
every
single
night.
i've had two dreams of the same but unsuspecting ex,
both two bold to slip past these fingertips
but raunchy brains hold fast,
they weren't sexual,
but far more awkward then i could ever portray.
more awkward than the platypus feels trying to decide if he's closer to a duck or a beaver.
at least he'll learn to accept the way he is
we all should.
quickly
quietly
and painlessly.
it's all nice.
it's alright.
my eyelids have withstood the test of time
and revelations chapter two to the second power;
i haven't the strength to inspire this night
i've lost the passion in the midst of things and it's time to fall inside yourself.
the hungry dormant brain is rustling now, the trees are blowing wildly inside
let it free
go to sleep.
you never know what happens when you let the unknown sink its teeth in.
you dream peacefully planet earth,
and i'll do the same.
it's a shame fluorescent light can be so jealous,
so selfish.
people prefer the stars,
it'd be wrong to take them away in such a frivolous manner.
i can't hear you,
can you see me?
sorry,
you're breaking up.
most everything can be taken as a double edge sword,
think about the things you say and the spiteful evil things you do unbeknowest to an unsuspecting ally that leaves them unscathed but somewhere in your mind you find the double meaning.
we're all unintentionally cruel.
i'm permafucked with malice.
and i'm loving my life every single day.
especially when i'm sleeping.
the sub conscious can unveil so many uncharted waters you never even dare tread on,
every
single
night.
i've had two dreams of the same but unsuspecting ex,
both two bold to slip past these fingertips
but raunchy brains hold fast,
they weren't sexual,
but far more awkward then i could ever portray.
more awkward than the platypus feels trying to decide if he's closer to a duck or a beaver.
at least he'll learn to accept the way he is
we all should.
quickly
quietly
and painlessly.
it's all nice.
it's alright.
my eyelids have withstood the test of time
and revelations chapter two to the second power;
i haven't the strength to inspire this night
i've lost the passion in the midst of things and it's time to fall inside yourself.
the hungry dormant brain is rustling now, the trees are blowing wildly inside
let it free
go to sleep.
you never know what happens when you let the unknown sink its teeth in.
you dream peacefully planet earth,
and i'll do the same.