you burden me with your questions
youd have me tell no lies
youre always asking what
its all about
now listen to my replies
you say to me i dont talk enough
but when i do im a fool
these times ive spent, ive realized
im going to shoot through
and leave you
the things, you say
your purple prose just
gives you away
the things, you say
youre unbelievable
you burden me with your problems
by telling me more than mine
im always so concerned
with the way you say,
youve always go to stop
to think of us being one
is more than i ever know
but this time, i realize
im going to shoot through
and leave you
seemingly lastless, dont mean
you can ask us
pushing down the relative
bringing out your higher self
think of the fine times, pushing
down the better few, instead of
bringing out the clues, to what the
world and everything
anger to, brace
yourself with the grace of ease,
i know this world aint
what it seems.
what the fuck was that,
its unbelievable