I need to tell you,
I don’t believe it,
but I’m really hungry.
The hunger,
strikes the chords,
and it rings to,
ease and please me.
So we get a lift.
Feel this carthasis.
Let the car explode.
Move on down the road.
I need to tell you,
I don’t beilieve it
but I’m just unstable.
The jittery feeling,
down my legs,
is just a way to,
feel the plague.
I really wish that,
the ending will,
just keep me watching.
But the muddled words,
and the panic chords,
and this bloody wrench.
Le’ts finish this.
I need to tell you,
I don’t believe it,
but I think I’m famous.
I saw my face,
on the news,
and there’s more I can do.
I really need this,
to go through smoothly,
and although,
I’m too unruly.
I feel the headache,
down my spine,
and I feel,
it’s all fey.
I say quit now,
you get out of town,
when you go broke,
just come back home.
When you come back,
don’t have a heart attack.
I just filled the walls,
with the weight of the world.
