there's a simple delight in how one feels when the grasp of
a woman tears into his heart and makes it bleed a ghostly
shadow .. sometimes it is a good thing, and sometimes it is
a bad thing .. however, when it's bad, it's really bad ..
only the future is holding our destinations, and that path
is paved full of lost thoughts and deranged conclusions ..
only our feelings can surpass such craziness .. in this we
find ourselves, and who all of us think of the most .. God
creates a dim circle around our minds .. one of these days
all of us and that one certain person will realize the
difference between who we think we should be with, and who
we should be with .. this, my friends, is my intake of input
that results from that grasp of a woman, that teasing and
taunting, feels so good, so bad, and so really bad, all in
the same touch .. try and relate .. pay attention ..
the philosophical flirt anthem ..

You kind of see the light,
but you don't think a thing.
It's so bright in the sky,
you are as extraordinary as it brings.

Case in point at thought of your creation,
there was a time to have it.
But something erupted from the clouds,
as they just coughed at it.

Low key, see me, brightly, over the plains.
Deranged, insane, let it rain, pocket full of brains.
Because in a world so crazy and rich,
oh ain't that a bitch.

Chasing rainstorms, across the fields,
only the ignorant may pass.
Touchy feely, push me away,
when you tease me it's a blast.

Cocked and ready, blowing the gun,
taking a steady pace.
You ease every little strand of sanity,
starting the end of every race.

I feel, so real, when I peal, away your guilt.
I tilt, on stilts, and I wilt, when it's your emotion I've built.
Because in a world so creepy and quick,
oh ain't that a bitch.

You don't realize what you do,
when the skins are tightly in line.
Complicated, you say it will be,
it's a matter of a long, boring time.

Powerful shades of glass fly through the air,
and the fires blaze throughout the night.
And the Gods cast a shady glow,
as you feel me up just right.

So delighted, to be sighted, by your eyes and to speak your truth,
but I do, these things to you, get the clue, that they make me blue.
Because in a world so tart and thick,
oh ain't that a bitch.

Ain't that a bitch to be floating in air, without a net or a rope?
Just like you coming all over me, it stings a nasty choke.
I can't live in this pain as my world faces against it,
all there is to say anymore is, oh, ain't that a bitch.

As the creatures of the world become furious,
as the lives of others live on.
As the thoughts of all things in life,
as all hopes are punctured and gone.

As we realize what we have, want and need,
as we climb and fall within minutes.
As we are confused at the actions of others,
just remember, oh ain't that a bitch.