How can this be poetry to talk about it?
Little monsters on my shoulder crossing out words
It s a choice to live by when you ve eaten your friends
It s a modern nightmare to interpret as you will
Sages of the ages they have got me thinking
Maybe I just have to play the part I m given
It s a truth without a beauty, all or nothing
Talking yourself into it will leave you
200 questions that I m dulling to a fault
Another batch of things I never knew I owned
Yet another shade of grey I never saw before
Willing the clock to speed, I think it just might work this time
I d like to confide in you a mid-day secret
I d like to, in less than 20 words, complete it
Dolls, and all they represent will teach you something
Know yourself is actually to strive for godliness
200 questions that I m dulling to a fault
Another batch of things I never knew I owned
Yet another shade of grey I never saw before
Willing the clock to speed, I think it just might work this time
Defining moments have a way of looking good
Like leather bookcovers or scratched up super-8s
This time especially I think I struck that pose
I ve got a crazy feeling things just might work out this time around