What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Do I
just get by?
According
to the
world
at large, oh
yes, oh yes.
Do I
just get by?
According
to me,
the
world's gonna
end, oh yes.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
piece of
me
in what you
have here made.
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
precious
piece
of yours
to ruin with my appreciation.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
Start the day
the only way
that works for me.
Lighter, light ****
Massage ball, get my shoulder free.
Lungs, please, do continue.
Carry me through dance.
Tighten the strings
of the universe
through me,
from my feet to my hands.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Do I
just get by?
According
to the
world
at large, oh
yes, oh yes.
Do I
just get by?
According
to me,
the
world's gonna
end, oh yes.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
What do I have to do
to get through to you:
I do what I must to survive.
Send thanks to any god
you dream and believe:
Shame is sitting still, smoking ****
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
piece of
me
in what you
have here made.
Scanning
racks and shelves
for any
precious
piece
of yours
to ruin with my appreciation.
If you want to waste your mind on me,
that's fine --
I'll be using mine for feeling,
and I'll be full to satisfied.
Start the day
the only way
that works for me.
Lighter, light ****
Massage ball, get my shoulder free.
Lungs, please, do continue.
Carry me through dance.
Tighten the strings
of the universe
through me,
from my feet to my hands.
