Getting my good side
Never felt so right
Scrambled, sunny, or over easy

Doesn't it all just drive you crazy?

The path of least resistance--
They say the universe is lazy
But don't misconstrue, that's
Manipulation

Traffic in the city:
I can feel you in my stomach
Now there are stone masons, I guess
Like ribosomes with rubber souls

I just got finished writing down
Today's conscripted reproductions
Each newborn will be given a role
To serve me and me exclusively
No one is to get up to any of that funny business

Now I'm in need of several hundred people
To push back with insults
So I can charge up for a good day
And also some people doing something neutral
Which I will only know about tangentially
We have to fill every part
And I'm looking for some artists and some art
And we need...

And the moon should catch more sunlight
And there might be a few more stars,
And not so much dark,
And sarcastic puppets should not flay one another senselessly
And minds are pure
And I love you.

And I do,
I love you so much.

Seeing your eyes lit up makes me happy
And I don't always understand why you still care about me.

Someone dissect me, I'm bored.

I need some valor to chase,
I'll be an equalizing force.

Yes, I'll do it for science
I hope you find out what's wrong.

I need a mission for myself
I need a place to belong!

Someone please write down all my sins

All this suffering,
We need to find where it begins.

Like when did he decide to let all that stuff in?
I didn't, it just happened, life is weird, I hope it wins.

Someone please put me in my place
This thing works just like clockwork
With a dutiful face
No, it don't always make sense, no
I don't always speak the language
But if we take it to the limit
I think we all can manage,

Manager?

We have one personality,
That's me.

We have one way to live,
That's me.

We have one dying wish,
That's me.

We have one religion,
That's me.

But there's a problem with science,
That's me.

And there is doubt in his voice.
That's me.

Because then who are you?
That's me.

And what is a choice?
That's me.

The way
They all
Seem to hint
That grassy adage
Every blade, every blade...!

Every blade bristles and tickles
And cuts my skin
To pieces

Cause you might think
You want to leave
But appearances deceive
And would you believe
That I think I know why it is!?

Well, if suffering and joy go ***-for-tat
Like a monopole deciding where it's at
Then I might find some joy in suffering
But then I lost the point of suffering

And I might find the joy to disappoint
In moments when I see what's going on
Or at least I might get nauseous looking up
When caution doesn't matter anymore

So sometimes there is rich inside the poor
And sometimes there is sane inside insane
And I swear that I knew this all before
But my my my my my things forking changed.

But what bothers me the most of all is you
The empath who could never draw the line
And now writing this poem I see it's me
The kind of shirt that happens all the time

There is a certain, certain safety with you
That I just have a feeling I might lose
But there is certain liberation down the road
Oh, i always go, I always go

I love you dear and deeply,
But oh, not like I should...
The angels see our dance
I lost some grace there, to be sure

But plenty still are shining
And they form a daring wish
They twinkle there, pretending
That they are oblivious.

But you've loved me so truly!
So what am I to gripe?
An arrogant, pathetic beast
God's hand relents to swipe.

I love you dear and deeply,
But oh, not like I should...
A quiet room, my heart designs
To leave you if I could

But safety is the hazard
To which my heart addicts
And trying to convince myself
True love is what this is

But too long now I tuck myself
To bed with monthly checks
That you get from the government
Is this some blessed hex?

I, too, could claim disabled
But time to get a job
One bed inside this rented room--
The princess and the snob.

I wish that I could force myself
To love you like I ought
A sure sign of the cruelty
This universe has wrought

I love you dear, and deeply
But oh, not like I should
I'm glad that I could break away,
So glad you understood.

I said come on
I'm getting old
I have a long list of things that I'd like to do

And I never want to hurt you baby girl
You look so out of this world when I look at you