2002-07-23 | 52 PICK UP

Don't confiscate my hope

I'm not a misanthrope

I'm hard pressed to find an apt definition

I've got to start swallowing Scope

Keep on coughing up my pride

Running out of spots to hide

If I'm out in the open

Will they cease to make me cry?

Running around in circles

Because I can't find my exit

The sky is all purple

This smog is brought to you by Lexus

Couldn't see the mountains

Hoped I wouldn't crash

Chlorine in the fountains

And alcohol in my rash

I used to thrash when angry

But my hair was much too short

I couldn't bang too swiftly

Thanks to no support

Disgrace me gently

I can't handle predictability today

Someone give me a taste of the unordinary

before I put my self to sleep

I wish I could be like Rip Van Winkle

But only when I have obstacles

I'll wake up when it's all okay

And sift through all lifes wrinkles

I used to hang my head lowly

And I always bang the drum slowly

Because I'm a light man with no rhythm

With a sense of humor that always gets me into lonely

Situations sticky

Branches dead like Rickey

Nothing to hold on to

Nothing that I'd want to

Bunch of empty faces

Living in moms basement

Staring at the walls

They can't face the reasons why there are no mirrors to be found

The sound of silence kills you

When theres a thrill out there waiting

And you have to hang out with replacement models

The one you want is not quite ready yet

But when it is, satisfaction will be guaranteed

Gratifying indeed

But no one can promise you all will be well

You just have to hope for the best

I want everyone to be happy

But it's so chic right now to be all dramatic

And frantic like an unfed actress

Running like a headless chicken

From a professor of physical fatness

Acting like you're angst filled

Like you can't be thrilled

Like there's nothing left to live for

Squinting your eyes thinking that your looks could kill

You couldn't hurt a bug

But you act like you don't need a hug

Walking around with a scowl

Talking to yourself like you're on drugs

Waiting to be noticed

Pretending that there's no hope

Singing sad songs to yourself

Asking around for a rope

Shooting yourself with super soakers

Trying to work up the nerve

Upgrading to a bee-bee gun

When you drive you always swerve

You forgot the car was loaded

And your gun was full of guts

You noticed there were other people with you

And they were starting to think you were nuts

Before you do something stupid

Think of what your mom would think

It always helps me through those moments of indecision

Even though I act like parents stink

Everybody acts a little macho sometimes

Usually it's men like me

But at least I have time for hugs and love

And for people that have some for me

Awwwww isn't that sweet......

Now stop walking around like a deadbeat

- premature ejaculation | tantra +