V1: With trama, I become Curiosity
Pondering why incidences are called incidences when I'm predestined to learn this lesson of fences
A closeness I'm not comfortable with
even towards greetings of pretense
I can't help but listen to this cat on my shoulder chanting "Everyone you'll meet will hurt you"
So ten paces back I meander
with my hands cocked loaded with rolling eyes
Looking down and up long enough to have sized up the concrete and the sun
Stubborness is a GLUE on my hands
and I guess I gotta stick to my guns
Banter laughing sassy cats jack-hammer chatter under my skin deep
and cocky 'meows' fill my short sleep
I can't get close to people so I alter the steeple
Kneeling on my sweety bed
trying to pen point this organism that built this fense
It's gotten to the point where conversation...
Well, what's conversation?
Just ammo for others to use in opportune situations
It's not true
but that's what the cat taught me
Silence alotted
me this curiosity
Down the social latter a low rung
All this caused by when the cat got my tongue
Questions boil up inside of me with no dialogue to vocally splat--this nag
got me to the point where Curiosity killed the cat.
(Chorus) I can't seem to get close to you
It isn't you
it's me.
It's like
Back up off'a me
Back... up off'a me.
With death I become breath
Best know for the head-stone that read
"We're two opposite side magnets and can't be forced to mesh"
This fense dense between me and others
A deep fear I don't parade but smuther
Pacing circles in the turminal turnstyle of approach
I wanna say hi but I back away moaning
The inebitable decision to walk away dipped in yellow coating
An outcome characterized by forboding
Fear and loathing
A dread of rejection type sting
The Labor in Vain resulting EMPTY
Stand offish in posh poses fools no one with a phobia caused by being dumped
A massive hump evolves in stature
I saw my target but with a glued jaw
faught the boost
The Masked Avenger having a tenure in Recluse.
(Chorus) I can't seem to get close to you
It isn't you
it's me.
It's like
Back up off'a me
Back... up off'a me.
This fense got me on the outside looking in
I'm not physical for a couple of insecure reasons:
Rejection-- Hurt-- gossip--inept person
Longing for that closeness
the groseness.... OH THIS?!?
When will the phobia of gropia end?
The effects of these problematic tree branches has an origin within the bark
The real reason for my claustral cover hovers over intimacy
Knowing my wife has to deal with this issue for as long as we both shall live
She'll be the only person who will know what this concern is
Unyeilding ceilings lessen space in which to stretch
Claustrophob adopts Vertigo
passes out "well, what do you know"
A defense mechonism in-leu of reaction
Paranoid from a touch twitchin' inner sides
Collide once again with a pen for definition
I peak over the fense once in a while and then I'm stiff
THE PITS GALLOR
I love the people I know
But love the people I don't know even more(?)
Never get close enough to smell the perfume
'cause my
moto is: What you don't know can't hurt you
So I sit here with my snug of mean mugs
Unwilling, spilling my guts
Strolling in the forest of HUSH-HUSH
Tilting the log to EXPOSE THE BUGS
In accuality
all I yearn for is a HUG.
Stem
Yo, I'm ready for my close up for little lionize girl post ups
but coast erupts small fatty nodules in mind slot ducks
As iceblinks brighten the expanses in the sky
paper clips splice vendettas from hopefuls in Christ of anti-trust
Which supposedly soothes the barren tooth that bites down on the cobs of false philos root
Connoting slight contempt when malice is deemed an upper hand
Plucked from the sky to be bellow manners door mat
I reside in the apterium between feather tracts on the body of a bird
Undergird elevations
helping at least one wingless leave the station
But tell me to come to terms with my own lacks and... hesitation
My life's meaning is null and void in the static pixel screening spheroid
Imbibe scorn to drown the paper with ink
Teetering on the brink with insipid parallels missing link
Compounded down to the carnal framed cookie clone barcode
My corrode abode is this bodies rest
But me mental's kotic spawn
Unwillingly
the stretched out rope good and evil tug-a-war on
Being of humble decent, worldly's pounce a louse too naive and con
Someone has to be the napkin they wipe their crap on
Dwelling on the five pointed symbol I wanted me to be
The "All eyes on me" square disappears like the picture in the figure in Marty's hand
Take advantage of opportunities
don't let doubt be a bind
'cause being a candle
wax is your talent and the lit fire is your time
The bulky clusters of rain drops suffice the eleventh sign of the zodiac
But behind clack doors diminish desires a little
I fiddle with ideas and aspirations of being a star
while under pressure I crack like ground coriander in jar
Citizen Kane on my death bed and Yeshua's my "rosebud"
Reliving the monotonous act of a mouth full of cud
staring long out to the sky and back
Out past the small 'S' constellation near the celestial pole containing coalsack
Clicks of human opluent one's talk about me and mine's
uncool
I look down upon their piles of riches from inside god's palm
Theology keeningly manifested
Animism congested soul via psalm
Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain
And I'ma pure white carpet with a permanent stain
A coxswain with no rowing rhythm in boat to length gain
So I sit with a puss on and a wrinkled shirt
to be the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content
I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content
I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content
I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content.
(bridge)
Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain
And I'ma pure white carpet with a permanent stain x5
Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain
This is how I do
I try to maintain
That's why I praise God everyday
'cause if I don't I become inadequate by the minute
That's what the song's about
I'm just a stem in the tree try'na stick out x4
Out
