Did you see that?
I almost put my foot down
And then picked it right up off the ground
No wonder you avoid me
I’m dancing like crazy
Foot up, foot down,
Foot on up again
Repeat ceaselessly til who knows when
It’s impossible to stand
Stuck doing the kookie dance
Compulsion happenstance
Or maybe ants in the pants
Woefully lacking in I can’ts

Listen
You little **** (I’m sorry)
I’m obviously not getting over it!  
It may be a blessing
It may be a curse
You may be the best
You may be the worst
I am here with all this obvious thirst
And instead of sending me to the next saloon
Or opening the door and giving me room
You leave me out here howling at the moon
Foolish me, just can’t get over it
Chasing after you little **** (I’m sorry)

Do you believe you deserve it
That spot upon the throne you sit
Does your soul feel unworthy
Too lame, too old, or too tame
Lots of losers shine real bright
For lots of nights
Lots of playas **** at the game
Even with luck, they’re famous but lame
Many ones can deliver some vibe
Created with machines that ain’t even alive
Lots claim to be the best
Without daring to test
Lots of sleepers take too long of a rest
And some of them never wake
How long you gonna keep hitting the snooze?
How do you not know that art has no rules?
Silly fools
Me and you
One giving up
The other refuse

I would pray for you
But it would be too selfish of me to
God has people asking for working legs
Or to cure a devastating disease
God is filled up to overtime
With desperate victims of crime
In need of justice
Or maybe just peace
I have everything I need
I can’t ask for God to waste time on me
You are worthy of praying for
I certainly do agree
But I ain’t got it in me
To waste God’s time
With my dreams
There might not be another way
Than divine intervention
But if it takes all that to get your attention
It isn’t meant to be
And God shouldn’t sacrifice you
To make me happy
I wish we could be
But it isn’t fair to pray for thee
I may be a sinner
But I’m not unworthy
At least, I try not to be

They say “follow your dreams”
But for how long?
Before there’s a path until after it’s gone?
What do I do
When unfortunately
My dreams have no interest
In being pursued by me?

I refuse to be abused
And then silently
Take your fury
Over some imaginary
Hurt to you
Supposedly
Committed by me
I’m willing to self reflect
But not about how I reacted
When your foot was upon my neck
Take your unwept tears
Insisting that you’re crying
Take your persistent lying
Take yourself right out my door
And when you get tired
Walk some more
If you ever see me
Please ignore
I don’t even know you
I’ve never met the real you before

Keep your trash
Keep your dust
Keep your old bike full of rust
Keep dead leaves upon your lawn
Keep the reasons you won’t turn the lights on
Keep your old, familiar ways
Keep your always the same days
I can’t make you drop antiquity
But I can make you not keep me