2002-03-25 | I THINK I WROTE THIS ON HERE BEFORE, BUT WHO CARES. YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T READ IT BACK THEN EITHER

"CLAUSTROPHOBIA"

at maximum value for half the night

you sat there saying nothing, staring at the light

you pretended you were real in an artificial way

i'm the only one who notices you're fake today

you used a funny accent and acted real deep

everybody's hanging but you've put me to sleep

you used somebodies prose, that you found on the ground

why is it when you speak i can't hear a sound?

after you're done i'm taking a nap, dude

when did it become so suave to bullshit and act rude?

why are you wearing that shirt with those smirks

why aren't you sharing your hurt with these jerks?

there's got to be some substance inside that you're hiding

maybe it's somebodies coattails you're riding

maybe it's your feelings that you can't stand to taste

maybe the ceiling is too close to your face

surrounded everywhere you look/ closing in on the pavement you pounded/ everywhere you look you're surrounded/ it's time to stay grounded, grounded

you couldn't find the time to find the time

you couldn't find the right rhyme with such a tight mind

the paper you wrote it on got left at the job

or maybe it got stolen by that so-called angry mob

once you met a famous celebrity

but who it was has never reached any clarity

it was probably a guy who looked kinda like Don Ho

but any credibility you have is gone though

- premature ejaculation | tantra +