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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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8:47 PM, Clever Meals
Sunday, May 16, 2010
They aren't desperate for love and affection, No, they're desperate for you, And as you sit out there all sly and sure, I wonder, does anyone think as strongly as you do? I'm quite sure we'll find one another, In a place better than this, A time filled with us. Yeah, we'll send up our shooting stars and comets, Yes, we'll make our little gestures, We'll make our little comments. And as I stand here screaming in despair, I say, "yes this is my life, And yes you should care". Can you sit through this? Or is it gonna be too deep? Will you ever use common sense? It comes pretty cheap. And if I speak more clearly, If I make more sense, Will you just shut your mouth? You won't come across quite so dense. This song is my anthem and it makes up my ideals, And who I am has benefited from All my cleverly planned meals. |