Tiny raindrops salute gravity The pavement smells like the taste of blood I need to get out of here –even the trees are gilded Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - My sugarcoated mind Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? Why can ’t I be the way I wish I liked? I guess I have The Weirds Which truth is true?And which real is real? Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad Starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls It ’s all that seems productive –you ’d be surprised Procrastination Nation is where I ’ve learned to live Turn on the tube,romanticized until you can ’t move I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - My sugarcoated mind Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? Why can ’t I love you the way I wish I liked? I guess I have The Weirds Which truth is true?And which real is real? Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? Why can ’t I love you more than what I ’d like? I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad Prisoner of the mind,trapped within the confines Of self expectation,of obligation – I guess I ’ll be just fine
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