It was that addy addy addy
It makes me batty
It's Caddyshack, with Bill Murry
I'm chasing furry little critters
Staying bitter, never quitter
Mind racing, always pacing
Rolling face, but never basic.
These intricate weaves of grammar are flowing,
Blowing brains and making waves
I've the kind of mind that will shatter your day
I'm wrought with pain, bought by shame
And I'm filled with disdain for the world around
I'm lost in leather bound forests
My head's porous like a sponge
It plunges to the depths of the alphabets in search of words that Shakespeare hasn't used, yet.
I'm lurching forward, never steady
Erratic, spasmodic, asthmatic mind at the ready
I'm too blunted, so I'm getting kinda heady
Skull's growing from the biddies trying to bed me
Swollen ego's popped by those that are not
I was stopped cold on the spot
By a raven haired mistress.
She left me witless to witness me with my **** left in my hand
Shattered plans pass by the window
Rolled low to keep the air flow going through my matter hair and bleary eyes
Red from the time I cried over her
Bloodshot from the *** that I burn
I was spurned by love, but learned no lesson
I tried to lessen the hurt, ended up losing my shirt
But I landed on my feet.
My heart was beat
But I was still wielding a sharp tongue to love from, and a dull knife
That's the story of my life...
You know she said she'd be my wife?
But the price was too high...
So she said goodbye and my eyes no longer picked up color
My world just seemed duller
My heart, he wanted to tell her
That he couldn't keep rhythm without her's beating with him, but...
My brain and my pride stopped my heart from getting to my tongue.
We had to be done.
We were far too young and uncertain to close that curtain
But that did not stop me from letting the hurt in
Telling her that we were too broken to keep stoking our fire
Burned me inside as I fought my desire to cry on her shoulder and breath her in...
But we wouldn't win.
We were too broken to mend
And we couldn't begin again without first changing ourselves
Without living outside of ourselves...
So, again, it's this addy, addy, addy, man
It always takes me for a ride.
Yeah, it helps me concentrate better,
But I can't always choose on what, or for why.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
It was that addy addy addy
It makes me batty
It's Caddyshack, with Bill Murry
I'm chasing furry little critters
Staying bitter, never quitter
Mind racing, always pacing
Rolling face, but never basic.
These intricate weaves of grammar are flowing,
Blowing brains and making waves
I've the kind of mind that will shatter your day
I'm wrought with pain, bought by shame
And I'm filled with disdain for the world around
I'm lost in leather bound forests
My head's porous like a sponge
It plunges to the depths of the alphabets in search of words that Shakespeare hasn't used, yet.
I'm lurching forward, never steady
Erratic, spasmodic, asthmatic mind at the ready
I'm too blunted, so I'm getting kinda heady
Skull's growing from the biddies trying to bed me
Swollen ego's popped by those that are not
I was stopped cold on the spot
By a raven haired mistress.
She left me witless to witness me with my **** left in my hand
Shattered plans pass by the window
Rolled low to keep the air flow going through my matter hair and bleary eyes
Red from the time I cried over her
Bloodshot from the *** that I burn
I was spurned by love, but learned no lesson
I tried to lessen the hurt, ended up losing my shirt
But I landed on my feet.
My heart was beat
But I was still wielding a sharp tongue to love from, and a dull knife
That's the story of my life...
You know she said she'd be my wife?
But the price was too high...
So she said goodbye and my eyes no longer picked up color
My world just seemed duller
My heart, he wanted to tell her
That he couldn't keep rhythm without her's beating with him, but...
My brain and my pride stopped my heart from getting to my tongue.
We had to be done.
We were far too young and uncertain to close that curtain
But that did not stop me from letting the hurt in
Telling her that we were too broken to keep stoking our fire
Burned me inside as I fought my desire to cry on her shoulder and breath her in...
But we wouldn't win.
We were too broken to mend
And we couldn't begin again without first changing ourselves
Without living outside of ourselves...
So, again, it's this addy, addy, addy, man
It always takes me for a ride.
Yeah, it helps me concentrate better,
But I can't always choose on what, or for why.
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