illusions of scarcity, pursuit of perfection
desensitize yourself to the pain of rejection
you never have enough cuz you still want more
who's keeping score in the general election?
sinewy and silent, never violent, with your own perception
20/20's overrated, yields unnecessary questions
my brain is fried in a million tiny pieces
breaking up quietly as my edges sizzle
crisp and brown.
forget the pants, who wears the crown in this relationship?
i wonder if i can't reserve that title for myself.
and i don't need any help because i've bought into a world
where we are all
self-sufficient and alone.
and i need to reap what i've sown.
(give some time to the middle ones
i know that feeling of suspension
hungry for attention
always getting away)