Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Gotta Get Away In My Head

Yo, listen the fuck up
Shut up, gimme a minute
Lemme explain my method
I may be hypothetical
At times, I may be cynical
Not every word I write
Needs to be taken as the literal
Figuratively speaking
I may speak figuratively
Maybe when I write
It's a metaphor
For other situations
going on in my life
I don't need to take your shit
Just because you can't admit
That I can make an analogy
To something that may have happened to me
Ten years ago, or even ten minutes
Honestly, what the fuck is the difference?
It's all in the past
Or it's all in my head
I just hope I get to write
So there's something left
When I'm dead
Most of this I just make up
Because it makes me feel good
To think a new life up
I hate where I am right now
I need an escape, somewhere somehow
This is all I know how to do
But somehow you've made it up to you
To destroy the last thing I can do
To get an escape, to get away from you.

Proof

I don't know
How one person could make another
Feel so at home so far away
And I feel I have so much to say
Just no way to say it
There's no way for you to know
How much I love you
No way for me to show
How far I would go to prove
My love to you is true.

My Head, Your Shoulder

As I lay here
My head resting on you
The soft white skin
Of your shoulder
Rubs against my
Five o'clock shadow
And the smell of your hair
Makes me think
Of a spring night
With the moon high
And the fireflies lit
I could rest forever
With my head on your shoulder