I like to walk on tight ropes made of rainbow bacon in my mind Because deep below me, is everything I left behind And through I creep through time, so slowly and surely I rely so wholly on my insecurities Because they excuse me, The absent quarters in my brain are filled and drained daily Like ***** , abused in the onset of the tide With hopes and ambitions and new dreams and ideas That are briskly And surely crushed in my sleep Aghast i gasp in the horror of my anatomy How poorly my blood vessles are fueled So I shall bleed them dry With out a doubt in my mind I am in the right Yet my heart beats so sourly when I fight For love
Why am I so wrong Why is it that nothing goes to plan And they say failing to plan is planning to fail So I plan to fail so spectacularly they thought id planned it in the First Place
Loosing grip on reality has its drawbacks, Mostly though The drawbacks stand, That their is no drawbacks Not one at hand So clasp me right, and rig me for full sail I've caught a gale my dear, And to the heart of the storm i shall sail