Laying on the ground, I certainly don’t march And the drummer is usually on vacation But he beats it now and again And then… I get ready and very slowly I roll toward something To the beat
They are all much normaler than me Their time is spent responsiblefully While I peek into the swirl and slide and around the edge Unpressing the brakes crying “oui” And I aim to love those who knows what they knows With total certainty But they are all much normaller than me.
I forgot again It seemed like you heard me So I talked for a long time Then you said, "Wait what?" But something about my words Makes them float right past you Fly paper without glue Yay my flies are free
I'm crazy and stupid I should never talk Chop it off and choke me With my own stupid ****
I know it's wrong to self-talk yourself with ugliness so I just do it for fun. I'm pretty sure that if I go over the top, that's how my "self" knows I'm kidding.
First is the self In the water The setting is not still Yet It almost makes sense Rolled past plants and mud Faster Rushed with the sand Faster Crushed against the rocks And finally drowned