Cool greasy hair
And it's on my head
Jealous?
You probably are
***** for you
You'll have to live your life knowing you will NEVER have the beautiful greasy hair I have
And it's on my head
Hahahahaha

I've you've read my poems
You've seen they're pretty bad
I think, "Yeah I can write some awesome poems
I could be so good." Wow that was dumb
I should probably give up on trying to do anything creative
I still think some of my poems have some good parts
but I guess I'm the only one who understands what I'm trying to say
Cool

Call me bug
Please
You eat
I
Eye
Stop

Please send help
I've been stuck here for 2 months
I don't know where I am
It seems distantly familiar
As if I've been here
There are people here, sure
But I don't understand them
They talk strange and they act in ways I could never understand
I guess things aren't awful here
I can get around fine and
Some of these people I think I like
But it doesn't feel quite right
Things seem to function well here but
Please send help

I'm a death head
I'm a mess head
Where am I going next head

I'm a sparse crank in a green bottle
I'm a brown paper bag in a jug of wine

I'm live bait
I'll never satiate my master
But I'll always be a death head
Towards away stratocaster

I think I saw you
Just a bit ago
But in lieu
of talking to you
I decided I'd go

I wasn't sure if I had seen it right
but thinking about it now makes it quite

I was leaving when I noticed over there
What looked like someone who had your hair
I guess coming in I wasn't aware
I should've walked over there to declare

I'm sorry I'm shy
I'm not a brave guy
But I don't think you care about that
If we were together
Two birds of a feather
We'd be in our natural habitat

But that's not what I did
I wont sit here and kid
I'll see you again
And hopefully by then
My anxieties will be rid

My mind races
To unknown places

I could not comprehend
It would never end

Throw me away
And forget about me

Eventually someday
You'll find me and see