Buddah MAC
11-22-05, 03:48 AM
farsighted accusing eye always set to lay blame
tends to blur with lies the nearer to my name
it appears, I fear we already lost the game
just clearing the table so waiting quarters unclaimed
til our drinks done, then sink one with deadly aim
losing interest in the evening like I already came
and I ain't wanna hold you, like I told you
I ain't the body heat to cure the soul cold you
constantly cling to, expecting others to erase it
stared down a million mirrors, still can't seem to face it
rather replace it with the newest facial facsimile
plastic up the people til man made off assembly
could pretend easily, but I didn't want to be you
avoiding any answer out to question just what we knew
breathe in black skies to assure your view tomorrow
my vision free to borrow but you only share your sorrow
which has me wondering why I still accept the offer
life's goal live off loopholes like a corporate law firm
because rules were made to be like you're made for me
how I play the scene, set to wade the sea
and any injured pisces found I piece back together
but we're soon divided by the turning weather
as nature takes issue with my god-play, and yet
if they'd learn the same game, moms wouldn't fret
as self-situated how realization was anticipated
but as days sedated the once-active waited
graded on an avatar's curve, the kid's class bound this summer
tried to do the math but couldn't see the numbers
as the only digits dimed, and you ain't a base-ten
til you drunk of what you tastin', what you bide I ain't wastin'
pasting the random collage til the picture forms itself
muddle every mind til the myth of mental health
realized, so no lies in saying you crazy girl
but I ain't playing fault line for when your world
shook up, cook up a lil sum to tide you over now
then look up and appraise the silver on that cloud
and when you own the illusion, you end the confusion
stop self-abusing by tracing each contusion
back to the originator, self-portrait illustrator
no known lesson greater, early AM, I'mma catch you later...
tends to blur with lies the nearer to my name
it appears, I fear we already lost the game
just clearing the table so waiting quarters unclaimed
til our drinks done, then sink one with deadly aim
losing interest in the evening like I already came
and I ain't wanna hold you, like I told you
I ain't the body heat to cure the soul cold you
constantly cling to, expecting others to erase it
stared down a million mirrors, still can't seem to face it
rather replace it with the newest facial facsimile
plastic up the people til man made off assembly
could pretend easily, but I didn't want to be you
avoiding any answer out to question just what we knew
breathe in black skies to assure your view tomorrow
my vision free to borrow but you only share your sorrow
which has me wondering why I still accept the offer
life's goal live off loopholes like a corporate law firm
because rules were made to be like you're made for me
how I play the scene, set to wade the sea
and any injured pisces found I piece back together
but we're soon divided by the turning weather
as nature takes issue with my god-play, and yet
if they'd learn the same game, moms wouldn't fret
as self-situated how realization was anticipated
but as days sedated the once-active waited
graded on an avatar's curve, the kid's class bound this summer
tried to do the math but couldn't see the numbers
as the only digits dimed, and you ain't a base-ten
til you drunk of what you tastin', what you bide I ain't wastin'
pasting the random collage til the picture forms itself
muddle every mind til the myth of mental health
realized, so no lies in saying you crazy girl
but I ain't playing fault line for when your world
shook up, cook up a lil sum to tide you over now
then look up and appraise the silver on that cloud
and when you own the illusion, you end the confusion
stop self-abusing by tracing each contusion
back to the originator, self-portrait illustrator
no known lesson greater, early AM, I'mma catch you later...