I'm susceptible to your lies
I want to be objectified
Without concern for systems
Naturally nervous disposition brims
With concerns and contradictions
The contrapositive impoverished heart stems
And I'm Bart Simpson
I've known the nothingness of chaos
I've known the somethingness of fake Gods
I've been out of place like transitional lenses
Comma splices in a suspended sentence
Kiss the nose of the vulture
Destroy the bro culture
That's what I was sent to do
With a paper box of cherry cordials
Already forgot what I'm meant to prove
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
So I kicked the air like I'm Bruce Lee
And I mumbled like I'm Tunechi
And I felt it in my cheek bones
So I kicked the air like I'm Bruce Lee
And I mumbled like I'm Tunechi
And I felt it in my cheek bones
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
We can eat gray clumps of sky
Melancholy men are always witty
And I wonder why
We have a secret language
Communicating in blinks and strange twitches
My brain itches and I'm looking at pictures
And I'm looking at pictures
Of pictures on Instagram
Feeling like the Vicar of a little land
That spans the length of this
Afghan which is not below my knees
I would make you breakfast with Raspberries
And pick out the seeds
Using nothing but my little fingers
