Hey there, I see you've been empty
Let's go to the bar and drink whiskey
Where we can dance around freakily
It's alright if that's not your thing
We can just hang out at your place
So that you're not so lonely
Yeah, this nobody hates seeing you in misery
And yeah, I might be crazy
But I see your beauty and love your freaky mind
No, I'm not blind but I do love weird minds
Like you, who are far out from society
Would you mind if I be your somebody?
Both of us crazies
Away from society
Wouldn't that be funny.

Every life comes to an end
such is the life a human soul
which knows no end.

I have no clue on what to write
I wish I was something bright.

Maybe I'll write about my life's story
or about an imaginary friend named Cory
that seems kinda dumb actually
I'm sure he's a good fit for a story.

Cory, a man with one eye and 33 fingers
who happens to like cheese-burgers
better not laugh at him
you might just end up murdered.

yeah, no, I don't know
it seemed great at first
but what do I know
I'm a highschool dropout who never came first
guess I'll just keep writing and babbling
because that's what this is, pure nonsense
a bunch of words that mean nothing
ok, that was kinda harsh on myself
this really does make me feel something.

there was once a boy named Anthony
and he was the epitome of blasphemy
wow, so edgy, so scary
spaghetti is tasty
I bet you weren't expecting me saying that
spaghetti is pretty great though
not as great as a Kit-Kat.

I'm getting bored now, farewell
see you in hell.

Don't be silly and wrap your ***** said a hippy named Billy
who was ***** for a gypsy who was clearly into whiskey
and was ready for a ****** even after feeling ******.

"Do you remember that time when you did that thing,
that thing you did when you were king?"
"Of course I remember that thing I did when I was king,
but please, let's speak of anything but that thing."

"Ok, do you know that I know that my father knows about a king,
a king who died long ago by a slow buffalo with a nose like Pinocchio?"
"no, I didn't know that you know about your father knowing a king,
a king who died long ago by a slow buffalo with a nose like Pinocchios."
"Now you know!"
"now I know."

"How about-"
"No more, please."
"Aw, you're a cold sore like Louise."

We bumped at each other a while ago.
I felt this weird pump in my chest but you only laughed.

Of course, you think we're friends,
but I like to think we're more than that.