I'm destabilized
and the need to reinvent myself
every night
is taking a toll.
I'm more than a little bit lost
and I would give anything
for a soft breast to rest my head
and call home.
I'm a crisis
all calm and cool
dressed like your dad after school,
all good intentions
bad etiquette.
Cronenberg on the inside,
a walking wurm when reversed
like a Yuzna flick
with better acting
but just as much soft-core ****.
My mind and soul
are bigger than this room
but its walls seem so familiar
as they suffocate me
until I am nothing more
than the sound of a keyboard.
Get with me
and I'll **** you dry
until I'm bored of your very existence.
Just witness my actions
and tell me I'm not a *****,
a liar, or the enemy of good intention.
These verses are destablized
as evident from their lack of target,
since already there's been like four of you.
Crawling on your knees,
whispering please,
we're all tied tongues
and bitten lips.
Baby, life's got a lisp
and he's been rocking it,
paying out of pocket
while stacking the deck
against us.
Cohesion is a bore,
a sloppy *****,
only functioning to keep us
whole.
Let go
of your ego
and see what you become
when there's no more limits
just live it,
a futile existence
isn't even close to the limit,
so don't you ever quit on me,
claim life is a disease,
when the only thing
that's holding you back
is staring in the mirror.
