Is everything really what it's supposed to seem like?
|It's the longest day of the year,
and it's cloudy.
he's so bored with people who know everything
and sick of people who don't know any better
why is everyone just like him
No one's swimming. Everybody drowned.
he is the man who says his long vowels short
and his short vowels long
and he likes to sing when no one's listening
and he stutters in fragments
saying what everyone knew three days earlier
as if he just found out for the first time
Sungazing's so much better with the shades
and being asleep, knowing
that the world can't see you at your worst.
he looks uncomfortable even when he is comfortable
he shakes from lack of coffee
he shakes from too much coffee
he shakes just to
he shakes just not to
I'll tell you when I've had enough.
you're not bothering me the least bit.
I enjoy your company. Thanks for being here.
a kneejerk reactor with tired legs
from kicking and screaming pretty tales
taking hours to speak the softest words
he wanted everyone to know on better days
his heart has been recycled
and it almost looks good enough to taste
but who is he and why is he here
If you don't tell anyone and I don't tell anyone,
no one else will know.
he has a contract on his life
thats set to be renewed
but his issues have seen him paid in full
before his subscription expired
if he pays for it again
it'll be hell to pay for sure
It's the longest day of the year,
and the sun hasn't come out once.
Is this what my solstice is about?