clouddead - apt. a (a touching story) lyrics
[doseone]
the touching story of ungrateful velcro skulled boy
and his tored+off face
plus a life+sized sacked marionette
he’d thought looked an awful lot like him
with his time told and mildewed
baby clothes of a business man
jerk wackoff slumped
he’s tired, with bad posturing
one can’t hold in
there’s a king of jungle, give our+
middle of america’s valise
but spare the gauze, he’s losing poet by the gallon
glory, glory
bottom of the quicksand’s gonna give him a
whole lot less to think about
than change that steel trap pеrspective would
p+p+p+p+p+p+p+p+perhaps
[why?, doseone]
i’vе been
living
as a record
skipped filmstrip
i’m falling off the side of the boat
and when i hit water
i’m falling off the side of the boat
i fall asleep hoping
tomorrow tastes like poems and honeysuckle
i move slow cause the sky looks bluer
when you f+ck the order of the day
or the way the shelves were meant to fit
i wish i had a pair of stilts to wear
while i play the flute in some
light+traffic hallway in my old high school
but these are only threats to the seated self
maybe spain is the open+faced smile
from some life i saw in a movie
and always thought i’d live
jackpot!
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