I've penciled my wounds over paper, When people departed & left me an anaesthetic nature. Had some ecstasy on the journey too, No remorse there & that's something true. Though I've been stuffing down all of my fumes, May be that's what you do when all you have are echoing rooms. Yeah I became sagacious enough on this path not taken, Roved into a phase where memories get forsaken. That's something you dream when you've been in rain, And furnished others in a blissed frame. This confounded world of such people... Has an unexpected ecstasy in its own steeple.
It's actually kinda sad but being an introvert seems a better option in this generation.
I was never intended To be toxic waste, The girl spewing Venom With her words, Acid dripping From the corners of her mouth, Living, breathing Destruction. So please don't share that fire with me. Get it out of my face And away from my lungs. I don’t want your fumes To poison me.
It ***** with me People not ******* with me I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ******
My friends and I Hop in the car We will share a night We will have different ideas about
We go to the gas station They accidentally buy the wrong cigarettes They got lites I wanted 100s The fumes made a spark a bad idea anyway
We go to get fast food I accidentally buy the wrong food I got a quarter pounder They wanted a double quarter pounder Their fumes would've filled up my car anyway
Sitting in the parking lot I'm not satisfied with this spot But I stay here Because of all the other cars already parked Dictating where I must go And then remain In idle Fuming
They're finished eating As I'm finished breathing We go to the movies Where the art transports me into a world of relation But the lights bring me back To a room where all the seats had been taken So I had to sit in the front And the vulnerable emotions that felt so important I seek to hide from the rest of the patrons Who'll laugh at me for feeling something As the fumes of film escape my nose
We go to my house To smoke some *** It's another parking lot But I prefer comfort to anxiety When the fumes obstruct my vision of the people around me Who are trashing my home The demolition team becomes company They'll always be here No matter what The wrecking ball changes Machinery always being improved Enthusiasm always being renewed New personnel I can always recruit Yet nothing ever changes
Once I recovered myself Once I discovered myself I drove back to my friend's house Thinking we'd catch up on lost time Or maybe he'd beat the **** out of me I remember wondering how it had come to that I remember wondering if I deserved it I remember wondering if anyone could save me From a life of no mortal danger Only the danger of mortality And the idea of being here on Earth throughout Where people don't **** with me Because the people I **** Look too ******* similar to me Yet when I ask strangers for friendship They tell me to get ******