U.R.A.B
You make me feel like I’ve been dead for maybe going on like 40 years,
but its only been a couple days since I committed social suicide, inside
my alliterative device for cutting through all your ice and lies.
Back to the basics, back to breathing through the noise.
Back to tolerating all the girls and the boys.
Bring me to feeling the quicksand that is joy.
Never too clever, some only annoy.
I want to remember something new.
I want to cease living Without a clue.
Drum up the courage, calm in the crowd.
Break up the damage, nursing the doubt.
Give up the ending, sever the course.
I don’t believe you. Show no remorse.
If its up in the air, when will it come down?
Bursting with anger whilst wearing this crown.
I wanna be something I never was.
I wanna be someone fit to be loved.
Finding my center, freeing the dove.
I’ll never be pretty when push comes to shove.
We’re weakening, bring in the course.
You make me feel like I’ve been dead for maybe going on like 40 years,
but its only been a couple days since I committed social suicide, inside
my alliterative device for cutting through all your ice and lies.
