Sometimes I like to lock myself in my room for no reason. And cry for no reason in the room
And try to decide if simplistic **** like paper cups turned upside down on a trash can lid is art
And does it take effort. And thought. Meaning
Where's the meaning?
Cheating? Aren't we cheating ourselves
By sitting here on this
Pillow.


Sometimes, I feel a little out of control
Running my minds mouth
Dragging my own *** up the flagpole
And I struggle to find if other people feel my glory and the traffic in my brain
It's insane.
And does it take effort?
And thought?
And meaning.
Where's the meaning?
Cheating, aren't we cheating ourselves.
By sitting here on this,
Pillow

**** the realists
**** the cool kids
Some things are meant to be complicated
**** the pacifist
And the novelist
Can't I just go, back to sleep?

Effort and thought and meaning
cheating, aren't I cheating?
By getting off of this,
Bed
Dreaming,
Wishing everyone was dreaming
Of me