thank you please can i have another? reason to suffer

Im a fuvkin idiot
All i do is stupid shit
Then i try to live with it
Without freekin out and throwing fits

Do you believe in aliens
With space ships lasers and rayguns
Playing the space time continuum
Making you do shit thats dumb
Fucking up your life for fun
Hopeless poems penned by the ton?

Why i do this i dont know
She said its something to do with the soul
Choosing a mission on earth
Tranforming perfect purity to dirt
I dont know what its worth
All ive figured out is it hurts

Do you have a heart? Mine burst
Hurried up and hopped in a hearse
Beamed up to heaven by captain kirk
I guess we all get what we deserve
There were once so many jedi
till the purge

All i want to do is make art
But not thinking
about star wars
is hard

Star wars and my ex
And back when i used to
get alot of sex

Before the spirits got mean
Made me kick myself
in the magic beans
That should have been my stalk
so erect
But I walk the talk of the total wreck
Got files of songs
ideas poems and texts
Im the best but still
i got no self respect
When i check for checks
thats kept in check
When i check for checks
thats kept in check

And to be alones
the noose around my neck
So i wrote this poem
and gave it to my friend
I said i wish i would have known
you were the best
Theres no point
just wanna get that off my chest

Theres was this other girl
that i wrote poems

She left me alone
whered she go
i dont know

But she had a kid
i hear
with some else
So i sit
here
by my self
With poems so good
they hurt like hell

I fucked it up
with her.
And with you.

And theres another few
who threw me for a loop

But you tell me we all choose
what we do
Well then tell me
why the hell am i so confused?

Im a fuckin idiot
All i do is stupid shit
Then i try to live with it
Without freekin out and throwing fits

Do you believe in aliens
With space ships lasers and rayguns
Fuckking the space time continuum
Making you do shit thats dumb
Fucking up your life for fun
Writing hopeless poems by the ton

All i ever did was love with all my heart
Now its shattered in shards
And i pretend thats art

I guess in a way it is
I guess thats why they call
good songs a hit


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