Shia

Callin me crazy I'll take it to mean that they think I'm amazing Maybe I'm crazy But maybe they make me this way to dilapidate all I'm creating They wanna sedate me Take me and say that I'm losing my weight but it's mass that I'm gaining I'm spastic and anything halfway to maps in the asscrack of the facts is forever ensnaring Maybe it's nonsense Maybe it's bonkers Maybe it's honesty coming in backwards Maybe it's flushing the thoughts of a villainous heart into something pedantic and hapless I wanna be happy, tell me who doesn't But where I'm at feels like a far distant cousin Maybe the tooth fairy's carrying more than just money And soon in my sleep I'll be smothered Until I discover One fateful day in the summer Coming home late from dilemmas I'm ever a part of And starting to wonder what fate could've made for me Had I not crumbled up under the weight of self hate To abandon myself in a tundra Degrading my wonder And taking my state of elation to rip me apart And to ever then tear me asunder Life's one mother fucker Like it or not gotta love her Screaming out fuck it Testing our luck before punting the bucket And risking it all for the biscuits and muffins Guess where they're stuffin I do and I did and I doesn't I wish that I didn't forget who I wasn't But I'm at a point to appoint poignant points in abundance As if I were able to function I'm here at the function Hearing a decent injunction And wearing a fleece for the function Appearing to me that we're here to deceive all the people receding in bunches Hunched over Gut feelings never come when sober So if ima deliver this shit when I get an idea I'll be lighting off tungstens Running on crutches Setting a path yet alas Destinations amass in abundance Cut em in half and the options appear to be clear In the rear it's a massive assumption But fuck it I'm bumpin Sputterin utterance only to get a reaction or somethin Now isn't that something Coming to terms with a fallacy All just to come and say something So I think it's check mate Take it and place it in places reduced to the view of UV rays On to some new days Hip to the hoo-ray Hop to beginning this stage of the new wave Welcome to doomsday If not today or tomorrow it's coming on Monday or Tuesday And if you do make it through, yay for you Way to prove they can lose all of they shit, Bobby Boucher