Creative, I'm not But sticky and soft And bubbles of blue and circles of froth I'm stains on couches that ruin the set But without all those faults there wouldn't be much left
The light reflected off his jawline It made the sun seem like a dim light swinging in a damp basement I suddenly felt angry at my knees for giving in under me But those arms Well, I could never be made at them
He's viciously attractive So I religiously ignore his backwards way of seeing things And fall into his arms day after night As if the floor itself inclined to the left and I could do nothing but slip closer and closer to his place Where he'd always be waiting for me With a warm arm open and a cigar between his lips
So i threw it back up on them All the expectations, accusations, imaginations, insinuations, detestations, frustrations that they forced down my neck When I finally opened my mouth I painted them with it
To imagine is to be more To be only human is as useless as being your work PC But to close your eyes but still be able see To be awake but still be able to dream To run a mile without leaving your seat To be to center of all these things That sure sounds a whole lot like being free...
So you know who you are It doesn't mean you have your **** together Just because you carry an umbrella doesnt mean you know the weather You're not the designer just because you bought the sweater Smothering an animal doesn't automatically make it leather Besides, there are other things that die under pressure So whatever Just because you read a book once doesn't make you the author You're not a sail boat just because you can float in water Not fitting in doesn't mean you're from mars Just like e-cigarette smoke doesn't turn it into cigars Having a map doesn't mean you know where you are They said you're bright You're not a star You don't have your **** together You just know who you are