I’m living daily
In a sticky, tricky, you wouldn’t believe where I got this hickey
kind of wet dream.
At times it gets so cinematic, so climatic, so automatic, that it can seem
like I’m a character, playing a role, acting a soul, just taking a stroll
down normality lane
in a dark movie scene, living life through a screen, you know what I mean?
or do I sound insane?
And now you’re all thinking just get a grip, this is just a bad trip, and you’ve got that throat drip
But I’m coming to terms
With all the lines that I’ve crossed without surveying the cost; And the truth that I’ve glossed
over, as I start to learn
that knowing what makes me tick, is life’s magic trick, so suck my dick
As I veer toward my light I have to go and you should know, because you’ve watched me grow,
So don’t put up a fight.
Don’t play pretend, just be friend, until the end…
Thank you. Good night.
