Throughout time,
I've contain the most treacherous of thoughts,
Pots of boiling frogs,
That my ignorance help caught,
My zodiac has disappeared,
And my driveway is stained with blood,
The corpses of my exes,
Met my own OJ glove,
What is love?
A belly up cadaver in the river of depression?
A place to float above the loneliness?
A temporal boat of protection?
Well I've died and came back,
Dumber than ever,
Maybe in time Ill adapt to this numbness,
A sponge unworthy to sever,