I could have any troubled girl I wanted
They’re just through a phone screen

I could have any stupid girl I wanted
I would just have to sell ****

I could have any unconscious girl I wanted
They’re just at a party lying face down *** up,
from holding too many glasses up,
I mean who could that pass up?
What else do you think a frat does?

Umm gross...

I’ll just stay at home
Which is where?

Halfway through a bottle is a warm place to be
Buds make good friends,
And trees hug back if you’re lucky
The real danger from cigarettes is a rotator cuff injury
From repetitive motions
Ignore the choking
And feed into the cancer machine

If I only had the money
A depression nap at a friend’s house is all I need

I could have any high-school girl I wanted
But now they’re too simple
Just put Chicken nuggets, Veganism, or puppies on a tinder

Or learn your anatomy
And it’s all in the strokes
One size fits them all
And it all becomes rote

I could have any relatable girl I wanted
But now it’s only for the ego
Which is cracking up as I plaster up a new soul-fixing placebo
Confidence from compliments
And I wish I was narcissistic
But just in case you missed it

My facade is splitting at the ******* seams
Dichotomy is our nature
Hitting covers off the *****
We need to chase our dreams

What will lay waste to a mind that never stops is insecurity
Not knowing your value makes it easy to get flirty
Makes you feel twice as *****
When you make someone feel the way you wish you felt inside
But then you take it back to spare them from wasting anymore time
Your brain stuck on overtime, and slow-mo rewind, and the music you listen to mixes with it and all plays back on the same ******* channel

But then you take it back to basics and start ******* around with psychedelics again
Who ever knew that pretty girls wouldn’t always be a head-trip?

I could have any normal girl I wanted
But now I just want a dark room
And silence
If only I didn’t have to open up and make out with her inside it

I could have any girl
If we just breathed in silence

I could have any girl
If my thoughts weren’t so violent
If I didn’t picture insanity
Whenever I look in a mirror and find it
Behind eyes I know have been capable of it this whole time

They have that curios ember
A white flash in a chocolate amber
With that faint ring of purple
And a pitch black center

I wish I could stick a needle in and take that silvery glint out
it’s white hot like the flash of a flint against gun powder
It just wants to make trouble
It adds bubbles to the puddles of personality
And in actuality it’s the only thing that keeps me alive when I wake up

I could have anybody
Except parents who cared, someone who understands,
And people I always made sure stay put
Like a shelf full of dolls
Like that outdoor playhouse
Like I play God

I think the problem through
I have human nature figured out
Almostly
I have myself figured out
Just a novelty
I’m incredibly cheap
Since philosophers are just writers without jobs
And jazz musicians are snobs
Former potheads are slobs
And God is still lodged in the eons of thoughts
When I wish I could take a break from this,
Part-time atheist
But I still can’t ignore he exists!

I could have any face I wanted
But I’ll just press mine up against hers until I feel better

I could have any pillow.
I still favor her sweater

I could have any romantic moment
But instead of love letters

I write poems
And I write them for me.

…
And here,
I thought I had
something
to say.

she's a
woman of
entirely tattooed
*** that
she waxes
in bed
on their
narrowly white
sheets only
this show  
with zest
which virtue
she abstain
a reactionary
mood in
saxophone to
proceed clarity

If you would stop waiting
for people to acknowledge you,
and create a great thing
that is beautiful through and through,
results will speak for you.

So change your focus
from accolades and human praise
to inventing real value
that blesses Earth’s future days,
and you will receive joy that is true.

Wrong words hurt less
Toxic in your lungs spreaded
To our ultimate brain
Washed in your true words

Bet you'd release me now
Seeing the worst has passed
I'm imperfect as you are
As the sun shines in the day

I'm impressed, by your heart
Must be worthless in heaven
Maybe you'll bargain with god
As you crushed hopes carelessly

What's it worth?

Power and money can't go with you when you get put in the earth

I mean what's it worth?

Leaving a legacy for your pedigree
Who go around porting your livery

What's it worth?

Ain't no free will, you just bound to be
Ain't no one give a ****. Dont bother with secrecy

The ****'s it worth?

Ground em up, pound em up, build em back up

Just so they can go and face the day without having to ******* sack up

What're you worth?

Running around seeking adulation
From gods abombimal creations

What're they worth?

Theyre nothing, and they're nothings everywhere
Without a hair of deceny, ******* plans easy to see

What's it worth, kid?

You need a plot,
One life that's all you got

Smoke a little ***
Pop some little pills

Until you are unable to enjoy the thrills
That's the **** that kills,
What happens when happiness is blasphemous to an Übermensch activist?

What if there is no me left?

Soul stolen slowly by surplus serotonin circling the synaptic cleft

Reflection in the mirror looks like death.

Wait.. it couldn't be clearer

The figure in the mirror is

some sort of fear or hatred that has allowed me to be

complicitely complacement in the fact i'm just
alive adjacent.

I'm living without meaning, I'm latent.

And I don't have the patience to do things of greatness.

Wait, no! **** that. I'm intelligent and I'm gonna do diligent

Belligerence to be the next GW, Johnny Cash or Eric Clapton.

I'm in charge of my life, Nietzsche, call me captain.

And that very next day, all of a sudden, nothing happened

if everyone
in this world
had the same
precious love
you have always given me,
surely,
like how gold is distributed
unto the hands of greed,
it will lose its value.