I Kan't Spell

 
Glad Tidings

Marching down roads of cold swollen stones
You often come to a perch
Where the feet of friends melt the heat.

You have glad tidings for all.
You have empty glasses and side cars
Side bars, side glances, sides.

It's all very real.
And it's all very not what you thought...
When you were 7 and uttered the words, "
I can't wait until I'm older."

I'll lay you down low
Beneath my feet
With glad tidings.
Link posted by JVMM : 3:23 PM

 
What to do...

There is no more fire
There are no synapses
There is only today
...tomorrow...
...Easter...
...3 day weekend...
...nothing

What to do...
Why is your brain so useless?
Why is there no energy?
Why do you lie?
Why do you not just be an animal?
Why do you not just be an animal?
Why do you not just be an animal?
Why do you not just be an animal?
Why do you not just wear flannel?

I have no idea who this person is any more.
I have no idea who I want to be.
I have no idea what's next.
I have no idea what to do.

I'm lazy.
I'm stupid.
I'm poor.
I'm ugly.
I'm old.

There's no more time.
There's no more high.
There's no more joy.
There's not anything left right in front of me.

You have to make the what to do
You have to make the animal
You have to push through all this
And you have to do it alone.
Link posted by JVMM : 10:58 AM