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In my fantasy I?m a pantomime I?ll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean Words are too messy And it?s way past time To hand in my mouth
Blink and you miss a beat Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence
Unlearn me Ditch what I read Behind what I heard Look. Find. Free. Yet! Do You get it yet? Do You get it?! From here on it's instinctual Even
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches, You can't make me think like you, mundane. I've got a message for all those who think that they Can
The fact that you You think you can Speak to me The way you do Bleeds me to believe that you Have never stepped out of the skin you live within
I am bottled fizzy water And you were shaking me up You are a fingernail running Down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade Now my only
I hear you on the radio You permeate my screen Its' unkind but, If I met you in a scissor fight I'd cut off both your wings On principle alone
You saw me lost in treading water I looked pathetic and as helpless as a stinger without a bee But underneath my presentation. Yeah I knew the walls
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger And my pen is a pistola Let go of your
Today, everything was fine Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly found myself in a bind. Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested
I dig my toes into the sand The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds Strewn across a blue blanket I lean against the wind And pretend that I am weightless
Take a bow Pack on powder Wash 'em out with buzzing lights Pay an audience to care 'Impress me' personality Still and transfixed The electric
No, You're not the first to fall apart But always the first one to complain You better get careful or you'll compromise Everything You are This
Bat your eyes girl Be otherworldly. Count your blessings. Seduce a stranger. What's so wrong with being happy? Kudos to those who see through sickness
I'm born I'm alive I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, Upon which I reside, Is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep
This party is old and uninviting Participants all in black and white You enter in full blown technicolor Nothing is the same after tonight If the
A certain shade of green, Tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me Your ever present lack
