you'll be all better
i'll repeat and repeat it
until you believe it
i'll sing it and dance it
and be and mean it

feet don't fail me now
it'll make sense somehow
i say in between
heavy pants and second
thoughts and undertones

it's all for nothing though
and that's quite alright
i'm one with the universe
and the stars out tonight

but don't try and make sense
of what i confess, it's all just
some ploy to get you undressed,
i guess, you said it- i'm a mess

you can see right through it
and if you do know what's best
you'll not spend one moment
and you'll avoid my caress

i'm just playing my part, though
it's all thoughts and undertones
and the cold air that breaches bone
the one thing i really own

is this senseless need to be what you
see, when you're laying in bed
and you're thinking of things
that kept you from flying
from dancing so free
a form of bravery an image
beautifully obscene

the chaos of all things drenched
in *** appeal
draped in fine fabrics
with nails made of steel

but look how you make an
impressionable mind rant