ascitiesburn101
08/18/09, 10:57 AM
I don't write in awesome, sweet words or inflated diction; it's usually pretty simple. Anyways, here's the lyrics to a song I wrote. Comment please! I'd appreciate it a lot.
Insufflate myself to sleep on
self-fulfilling prophecies and
dreams that i'll do this or that someday
Wait two weeks to wait three more the
bill's unpaid, the cat's unfed and
everything surrounding me has died
At what point did I become an adult?
and can I go back then and
pull a peter pan
live in neverland
you can have your college years, successful
careers, legal beers and
countless tears
i'll keep my happiness.
Silhouettes of times long gone
mistakes are made and most aren't fun
but how're you to learn if you never fail
Reflection is a sure-fire way of
feeling sick and facing guilt
it pulls you down with all the rest in the bitter end
I think i'll opt for peace of mind and
arrested development's childish binds
if it saves me from becoming like yourself.
spare me the pedantic rants, the scolding glance
the poisoned lance that bleeds me dry of innocence
this time
I don't know which way is north
my moral compass does not work
it's cracked and it's broken
like my ambition
"What do you wanna be" they always ask
my reply is one of several
none of which are fact
So you got your PhD in
surpassing me and telling
all the world
you never really grew out of childish games
so when you're out there in the sea of
misery, adultery, and disappointment
tell them i say hi.
Insufflate myself to sleep on
self-fulfilling prophecies and
dreams that i'll do this or that someday
Wait two weeks to wait three more the
bill's unpaid, the cat's unfed and
everything surrounding me has died
At what point did I become an adult?
and can I go back then and
pull a peter pan
live in neverland
you can have your college years, successful
careers, legal beers and
countless tears
i'll keep my happiness.
Silhouettes of times long gone
mistakes are made and most aren't fun
but how're you to learn if you never fail
Reflection is a sure-fire way of
feeling sick and facing guilt
it pulls you down with all the rest in the bitter end
I think i'll opt for peace of mind and
arrested development's childish binds
if it saves me from becoming like yourself.
spare me the pedantic rants, the scolding glance
the poisoned lance that bleeds me dry of innocence
this time
I don't know which way is north
my moral compass does not work
it's cracked and it's broken
like my ambition
"What do you wanna be" they always ask
my reply is one of several
none of which are fact
So you got your PhD in
surpassing me and telling
all the world
you never really grew out of childish games
so when you're out there in the sea of
misery, adultery, and disappointment
tell them i say hi.