It should go without saying
that I go without paying
any attention to you

Your life is my strife,
existence a pun,
and makes you look like a fool.

So you eat lots of shrooms
and listen to Tool...
what do you think that makes you?

When deep is skin-deep,
and piercings eat you,
the tattoos will only accrue

To "tell your story,"
and Whaddup, homie?
until death parts you

From the *** you don't get
and the lies you believe
to sleep at night, ****** and blue

If you were a book,
there'd be lots of pictures
and captions that just read "Who?"

with a  cover to judge
and be pretty true
an accurate description of you.

If I could do whatever I wanted,
I'd live my life as I please.
The folks would call me crazy,
But really I'd just be free.

I wouldn't walk, but wander
And skip around joyously.
I'd throw my arms up in the air
And breathe life into my lungs endlessly.

I'd put flowers in my hair
And let it blow in the wind.
I'd take the make-up off my face
And have all of you as friends.

I'd kiss you on the lips
And fall in love like I mean it.
I'd give you my love in the softest meadow
Right after getting so freaking lit.

I'd scream from the mountain-tops
So the clouds could hear my voice.
I'd sing songs with all the pretty birds;
I'd give the world no choice.