You put everything into perspective
When you put on headphones and sing to yourself
Like a lonely person
Like the person you know you are
And you can barley hear yourself
But you can't hear anybody else
And that's all
there is to say
On the nodding beat
Thats taking over your mind.
I feel you hanging on
To the last note that fades
Away from my grip.
The vibrant scene behind your closed eyes
The million goosebumps
Riding up your arms
The silent shiver
Down your spine.
The singing of strings
As your hesitant voice joins
In a burst of exuberance.
And now you pull me down hurriedly
Glancing back at the weird looks around you.
From my vantage point around your neck
I chuckle internally
And welcome the peaceful silence.
Slipping in my ear-buds,
To get my daily dose
Feeling so close to the sound that doesn't affect me
Flying over clouds only my mind can see
Bass wobbles, no duds
I'm addicted to the ripples,
My head lulls with a vengeance
"don't bother him man, hes gone"
Passers-by call to me
So drunk on sound...
My cranium has better acoustics then the great theater
Rhythm's projected with shock waves and powered by hand grenades
I am a supernova charged by AUX
Watch anxiety writhe and burn in my wake
So you want to speak music,
You, the bulky headphones freak.
So you want to act dramatic,
You, the shy impish freak.
So you want to be all punk,
You, the neon pink adorned freak.
So you want to be the freak,
You, the coward of the class?