existential constipation

Jun 14, 2007 17:53

i've got to do something with myself
idle hands, you know
these ideas never yield much fruit
they merely come and go
try to start a project,
manufacture some superfluous goal
that I'll abandon immediately
diamonds doomed to live as coal

gotta stop listening to fortune cookies
that never lead to you
I've tried that zodiac shit
forget it i quit it
im through
my attention span for mysticism's starting to wane
you know i hate to complain
but im kinda goin insane
see your pairing off, shacking up
and while your knocking those boots
im still stuck in this rut

cuz its that
existential constipation
it backs you up
and breeds frustration
and you try to find
some state of concentration
but there's people screaming
"Don't fuck the rotation!"
so you sit back and shut up
let life pass it to you
you take a hit, and smoke that shit
then what do you do
I say "Goddamn
I need something to do"
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