i remember it like yesterday, rather, week or two ago
i said i can't, no wait, she said you really ought to go
denied and bargained, screamed and cried
regretted calls but never lied
we were children then, all our time to take
but **** that, we're older now, and only phones will break

skip a chapter, maybe two, and go back to the start
time distorting to pass time, love life being smart
i have no words, no grains of sand
not a ******* thing in this whole land
i was a child then, all my time to take
but **** that, i'm older now, and only cars will break

waiting on impatient tables, waiting on impatient life
waiting on some therapist to figure out my strife
along came someone, someone new
someone random, someone blue
i was a child then, all my time to take
but **** that, i'm older now, and only lungs will break

i could say i'm doing fine but you know that's just a line
and lines are better kept for that **** screenplay of mine
i'll finish it, in all's good time
and come up with one more good rhyme
you say we're children now, we need more time to take
i guess we're not too old for these ******* hearts to break

you can have it
i don't want it
it's really not for me
it's not a gift
it's not a curse
it's simply just a thing
stop saying that
you do not know
i am not your better
i'm just a one
and one is one
that's all we'll ever be

if i'm so smart
how'd i get here
and why have i not left yet

unable to know the struggles of womanhood
unable to identify with the patriarchy

unable to sympathize with the lowest classes
unwilling to sympathize with the highest classes

not of color due to a privilege by birth
vehemently rejecting of ubiquitous white supremacy

not of a divergent sexuality
not so steeped in the norm as to reject the very idea

aloof from generational narratives of tenacious entrepreneurship
slave to demographic trends of marginal employment

born with a leg up in the freest nation's capitalist paradise
dreams of one day seeing it destroyed

tasked to be normal
i begin to wonder

nice to meet you, how are you
i am well, and guarded too
something 'bout you, i can't place
you have voice, and a pretty face
you abstract thinker, mental scribe
let's meet here and we'll imbibe
and then we'll talk and then we'll bake
and talk some more and then partake
i'll fall asleep into your arms
and i'll awaken to your charms
if by dawn the music's done
we'll hit the store for another one
i'll lead a tango, just for us
and i won't look to hop the bus
i'll follow you where you might go
i'll listen to what you might know
i'll mend my craft with you in mind
i'll see the beauty you designed

sometimes i worry i’m not enough
but a cursory glance in the mirror
reveals to me a solemn reminder
it’s not as bad as it seems
i rocked the world and made it rain
i spun it new ways and old
i’m venturing forth in fruitful search
of life’s most precious treasures
so i’ll let the ills of modern life
present to me their challenge
and enjoy knowing what i can do
when i’ve met the perfect stranger

green and flaky
packed up tight
with ignition
primed for flight
where we're going
out of sight
let's make something
of tonight

if by dawn
the music's done
and we're finished
having fun
we'll break fast
eat a ton
and we'll pack
another one

life's unfair
cruel and short
but in a storm
the only port
for just tonight
this is our court
and we the nobles
have retort

**** the system
**** the cops
**** the bourgeois
at the tops
love the highs
but **** the drops
**** this life
until it stops

A rush of blood to the head
And my friends, we take flight!

The key to life in our firm grasp
We ascend to the cosmos
Our eternal rest.

Joyed to find life from a cold, dead husk
Believed to be the end of reality.

This world may yet be celebrated.