nowadays i'm so wordless
it's like i'm crushing
syllables and sunsets
into parables and lies
i don't know who to hate, nobody
everybody's second-rate
because i can't admit i'm inches
past the line
(one two three four.
who's left,
what's the score?)
we're dropping like flies, like hammers
you're sinners, bathed in glamor
and i can't find my lines
i keep losing life in rhymes
nowadays the roads all cross
like dreams unsure of living
and i can't, i can't
even tell you what i feel
somehow it should be special
but it's not
(one to zero,
you versus me)
4 comments:
this is very good
i'm sorry i suck
1) woooow you reference blake often
2) if you keep losing life in rhymes, stop rhyming, foo
my thing was mainly about the attitude i seem to hold about everything. when i'm being an emo kid.
this is fairly epically awesome.
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