On Being Judged and Rejected....

Walking through these days with a handful of sweet gut juice
Leaping through the air, over windswept fears of jealousy and superficial friends
then there is the current fragrance I should just be alone
I am ultimately mostly alone anyway, yet bound by these strong strings
"can you talk?" I know what he means, and I can't help but feel
I traded these in

It's all for the journey "you made all the right moves"
is that not subjective to the person it benefits the most?

I know I did though. For I had to see this through
and disappointment on being judged and rejected
controls me today... and her words ring true You need time. Neediness a reflection of time.
I want her to be right. and the other one saying "You will feel the pain 3 months later." I want her to be wrong.
And I know she is. I feel both right now.

Who controls the time? Who controls the time and space? I wonder not.

All the Fucking Talk

Ladies ladies ladies
all you wanna do is talk talk talk
and shop shop shop
eat, shop, eat shop, and fucking talk

talk about love and process all its glory
hear about my love life and untangle all my stories
I like my life it's mystery, the tangled webs i weave
I like to keep it to myself and hunger for it beneath
I dress myself in the morning and I would rather make the money
than listen to you tell me how love is supposed to be

How can you define a gigantic mystery of love
you're so confused by it, you advertise idiot
magpie he cals it, and it rings true
going to Costco to spend your lunch hour
on hotdogs and super size value packs
no thank you magpie
i'd rather sit here and make money on top of money
than listen to your blathering blabber
go talk up another fucking ladder.