consequences or truth
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I over 10 feet of the ground
With my pride in my pocket
And my cap snapped back
The purse and lipstick
Keeps the secrets on lips
They talk of your beauty
Like a ******
The worst dancer on the dance floor
You make me shy
I want you anyway
Getting drunk on gin
Shining on the road sign
There's a hotel with your name
I guess I'm still looking for you
Keep looking for the truth
About the skies
That bathe in the sun
Like a hot bath
Roll the dice
Feel the signs of fear and coldness
Like ice in your fridge
Your head's in the right place
He'll keep it in his fridge
Attached at the seams
You're a human and you give me the chills
-Confess you're a witch
-fine, im a *****
I've always been good at my own craft,
the ability to always make others laugh.
Whether goofing around or a well placed pun,
the word they'd assign me would always be "fun".
But what some don't realize is under comedy's mask,
keeping yourself laughing is no easy task.
Seeing that smile makes me the happiest guy,
so try not to let them see you cry.
Honestly, this burden isn't too much to bear,
because what keeps me going is showing I care.
So the show must go on, all mirrors and smoke.
It's all in good conscience, all part of the joke.
(Meaning behind meeting)
Does it make sense yet? Now? No? Okay, nevermind.