Fuckoff. It’s a lyric from pavement.
Glance, don't stare
Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs
No, not me -- i'm an island of such great complexity
Stress surrounds in the muddy peaceful center of this town
Tell me off in the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the
Over-friendly concierge.
Yeah I lived this, yeah I am just a nother. Ripped on whiskey parked in solitude.
Whatever, like you haven’t. She said she was comin over tonight.
Painting she said, needed some materials she said.
Am I a garbage dump? A fucking pit in the psyche?
Yeah I lived that. Whatever. I live to serve and you live to earn.
Is there really a difference? Do you have such joy without pay?
My sun burns bright in the heavens, that light hurts your eyes?
Interesting, observe, defend, collusion, patronize.
Cycles you want to shine, steam in the deep which way to fly?
Now you have a safety net lane. No need to worry right?
It’s good because I see how turmoil drives your muse.
Not much to leave tight now?
Not much to leave right then?
Not surprising and when you catch me, my shadow will laugh, bilious and provocative. Feel bliss – as long as you can – it’s yours right now.
Earned and stocked in that cellar you call the muse.
No comments:
Post a Comment