jazzy.
life is such a fucking blast. its insanity is really starting to kill me.
increadibly darting.
leaning up against a wall
i had a dream about you, and in the dream i told you that i had a dream about you.
but it had been a previous dream.
i've invented a life for me in my own imagination,
one that of course could never come true.
but the only question whch remains: what was written on the concert ticket?
my mind is a piece of art. find a way to record that.
you can record your art with your brushes.
and if that's not your kind you've got cameras, and pencils, and paper.
you can make videos and tape record the words of the poets -
but how may i ask, can you capture the things that happen inside my head?
try big brother, try. just try.
there is a thin line between genius and insanity they say.
or is there simply a point where you jump the line,
and run like the wind?
evolution?
progression?
afraid of change?
stay away from my world.
I may be soft in your palm but Ill soon grow
hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win.
my pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
disprove your faith in man
so if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart
from under your skin
fast as you can scratch-me-off free yourself.
SO MANY things to think about all the time.
no wonder i never sleep.
increadibly darting.
leaning up against a wall
i had a dream about you, and in the dream i told you that i had a dream about you.
but it had been a previous dream.
i've invented a life for me in my own imagination,
one that of course could never come true.
but the only question whch remains: what was written on the concert ticket?
my mind is a piece of art. find a way to record that.
you can record your art with your brushes.
and if that's not your kind you've got cameras, and pencils, and paper.
you can make videos and tape record the words of the poets -
but how may i ask, can you capture the things that happen inside my head?
try big brother, try. just try.
there is a thin line between genius and insanity they say.
or is there simply a point where you jump the line,
and run like the wind?
evolution?
progression?
afraid of change?
stay away from my world.
I may be soft in your palm but Ill soon grow
hungry for a fight, and I will not let you win.
my pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
disprove your faith in man
so if you catch me trying to find my way into your heart
from under your skin
fast as you can scratch-me-off free yourself.
SO MANY things to think about all the time.
no wonder i never sleep.