rain pattered window view

in the rain
to cup a lil hope
when i'm feeling forlorn
when i'm feeling spent
cause i've tired every melody
pale blue eyes is lost on me
the ravines in my psyche have gorged her up
i took it to my brother
but we only got drunk
and i fell out of the revolution
i woke up uncared and blundered
the whole afternoon i felt brushed aside
this is what a day does to you when you miss someone
now i'm percolating hostility
and i can do nothing about it
i'm lost in this maze of riot
i wanna soothe
bring me a drizzle
it's universe and me tonight

totally outwitted

don't steady yourself
don't brace yourself
don't say oh wait a minute
don't ponder yonder
embrace your defect
life's a sunday morning
sip some coffee
flip through the papers
a hearty breakfast
sit on a chair and just
stare and disperse into the oblivion
i have money so my life is made
feelings are secondary
emotions are a rite of passage
the sooner you drain 'em the quicker you start living life
cause in the end we're just parasites feeding off each other
it's a gamble to succeed
you know a gamble where solitude will be questioned
but man!!!!!!
solitary life is aesthetically pleasing
we can't splice our souls can we?
cause we're all so fucking fascists if we cared to understand

bohemia quartz

the car turned around and whisked off
i swear i saw a ghost
nobody drives a pink car in this town
and i reckon i heard finale blasting from the stereo
so someone's out to get me
and someone not from our realm of everyday habits
i've got my fingers crossed
i'm sat and waited with bated breath
so long as i'm carried on this cloud
i can't scurry back to regulation
it's these fantasies i live in
i wanna face all my fears

oldest pretender

for individuality
for my own personality
look 'em in the eye with this character
doesn't matter my headphones
my eyes will decant my thoughts into your palm bowls
stomp all over the revolution
if i can be kind
i can be harsh
that's what it is all about right?
individuality means to live in your own plain
it's one solitary testosterone trip
fuck the nuances
no acrobatic lyrical gibberish
time to get bitchin'
where's charlie sheen when you need him to iron your convictions
oh yea he's on the news

redundantly

believe me i don't wanna be hanging out in my casuals
laughing at every joke
i'd rather be choking on food than this scene here
i'm tired too
yea right even with all this regality
i have better dreams
if only you could see the chasm in my eyes
you'd know how redundant our topic's gotten
i need to go to tawang
gipson sezs he knows the place
i think i'll add some soul there
i think i'll flourish
as it is i'm walking alone to the beat in my headphones
might as well get some social detox
and come back fresh for a relapse
yea all you social advocates get in line
my friggin ears are red hot
by the way i'm following charlie sheen on twitter
my newest hero
doesn't apologise shit
if i had money?
i'd be as depraved and hedonistic to the T
well sucks being poor