I�m about to scream
Won�t you shut up
Everything was quiet before you came
My head is pounding
You�re on a different path than me
You�re on a crash course
I�m about to blow
You�d better shut up
Everything was right before you came
My heart is pounding
You�re on a different path than me
You�re on a crash course
You�re about to go
I�ll shut you up
Everything was nice before you came
My eyes are straining
You�re on a different path than me
A f**kin crash course
I�m going to rage
You will feel it
All will be right
After your gone
My mind is racing
You�re on a different f**kin path
Your on a crash course
I am a dreamer
I live inside my head
Outside of this world
I observe and think more than participate
But even though I don�t live in this world
I deal with this world
I live in a world
Of thoughts and dreams
And songs and beats,
Not jobs and trains
And shoes and feet
My soul is in the clouds
My heart in fantasy
In dreams and thoughts and
Afterlives
MFA
A room full of mummies and children
Ancient Egyptians and new souls
Their eyes widened by sarcophaguses
The Egyptian spirits must love this
I�m waiting for you
Anticipating
What we will make
Erogenous rhythms
Like animals wild
My rhythm in sync with yours
Harmonious pleasure
Natural like animals in heat
I long for the physical and mental stimulation you can give
The erogenous zones of my body are
Pulsing in sync
With the beats emanating from my bedroom
Calling us in
You always teased my beast
You liked instigating my rage
Like you liked to feel my fury
You were the one, you all along
It wasn�t ever in my head
You just made yourself to look good
I was always wrong
But no, you made me that way
Every time that I cried
And I didn�t know why
Now I know why
YOU
It was you
You messed up my head
You made me need you
Now you know you needed me
Now you feel the consequences
You have cheated yourself
Now I am reaping the benefits of leaving you
I realized you were my beast
You liked making me rage
You liked victimizing yourself
You cried to make me feel at fault
Then you turned into a devil
WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LATE?
DON�T YOU WANT ME?
DO I MATTER AT ALL?
NO MATTER WHAT
I WOULDN�T DO THIS TO YOU
I AM UP THE WALL
DRIVEN
TO THE CEILING
READY TO GO THROUGH THE ROOF
UNTIL YOU SHOW UP
THEN
IT HAPPENS ALL OVER AGAIN
NEXT TIME
WON�T YOU DESIRE ME?
MAKE ME THINK YOU DO AT LEAST
I�M READY FOR BED NOW
BUT I�LL WAIT BECAUSE YOU�LL SHOW UP
LATE
Harmony of music
Can put your life
In rhythm with the real world.
Not their real world
The other side
We have come to bring these two worlds
closer
Riding the subway at 4:15pm
The afternoon sun piercing my eyes
Telling me spring is here.
I wish I could lay in a field and
Let the sun warm me
No cares
No time
No sound
But the breeze through the grass
No speaker to tell me when I�m at my stop
Just me, the sun, and the field
In the spring�