I've been playing by these rules
These stupid rules you don't even wanna follow
I've been looking high and low
For these windows that disappear in the night anyway
And steal your soul
I've been flailing on the floor
Cuz Who really loves anyone anymore
We've all been selling our soul
So you will love me more
But I call bullshit on this game
I call bullshit cuz I can
On this sickness you call home
It's a sickness you know
And you know I can throw it all away
Your tv corp executive hairstyle
Your city scape from the south bad style
Shut your potty mouth no longer apply
I'm gonna call Carlos and embrace this mane of madness
I'm gonna cut these skinny jeans into shorts and wear these tights belly high
Hahaha high
Unless you qualify
Need not apply
The sleep deprived need not apply
The go lay in the gutter
Embrace the madness
You guessed it
I called it
On the game
Cuz there are the ones who follow and the ones who play and there are the ones who fly because they get away.
Friday, December 19, 2014
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