tipsy

every single night, I dodged from my mind
They creep like scent, swarm in the air, burning my lungs, trickle down to sting
Those thoughts of mine, mixed up with lies
reserved a role of one man show, acting roared in the dusky light
Don’t stand their starting at rot, that’s nothing but paranoia, and you don’t admit it
I will laugh, I will frown, I can be anything you want, I just don’t understand it
If what I am is what I am. I can be what I does
Fragile dust past over my voice will return
I felt I was going to shoot a flower
So I raised my gun and pointed it at myself
When I lie down, I could hear every call clearly
But I rather hug a plastic bag, those scrap sounds make me calm down
Pretty things look old, ugly people don’t dead
I threw up all sentimental in this lovely ugly brutal world