whatiwas

give it a name...give it a name, give it an overture and call it classical anyways, and how cool are you? i'll remember while i wait...

i wait for kicks and snares to let me spleen all over the dirty white pages, I've been gone for far too long, it seems like days are ages, and ages are passing me by, the fools clutching mics like children are children, i'm not kidding, kid, they're redefining what makes a villain, i mean it like shakespeare when i say that they're just peasants, prick me and i'm bleeding, now my life's on the stones, and that's my present to the world, i'm ready for the world, but screaming nikki oh nikki and not sheila, no darling just mansions and holiday inns and running out of rhymes so i search the bins and i find something that's been done before, i'm under the sun and i guess that makes me tired, but that's been said before, hear me now 'cause i'll just keep repeating what you say to me when i'm asleep, i'll just keep repeating what i say when my words put you to sleep, i'll just keep repeating, you can call it a refrain, but when my carriage loses its wheels i won't have words to explain

what happened and then you'll be one more step ahead, i was faster than the world when i thought it was a ball but instead it's now a universe, i ruled it when when i could put it in verses but i found truth in the inverse, this should have been a new verse or good verse i think it's more the converse, i should stop before this gets worse--thus spoke nietzsche--and there, i show my influences on sentences when i spend my pensive pence and buy myself a soul to please the tenses that left, i kept my chin up, just so the tears could collect in the cleft, i know i'm far too history-centered but there are kisses in the past, the future's never going to come and all my now's never last, i want to touch them but they're dreams and far too fast, i think they're other peoples' nightmares, only i control the broadcast--