run around, get dirty. make some bad decisions.

today i feel like a total freak.

my head and my hands and the rest of me can't meet.
conflicting, restricting, just want to put my moves on the street.

called a witness for an answer.
said a prayer for a change.
i know nothing comes different, if i keep doing everything the same.

so i started small.
pushing pebbles with pinkies.
gathered motivation, found myself sitting pretty.
oh boulder, oh boulder... you're on top of me now.
i gathered every bit of strength. but i'm still stuck here somehow.

you tricked me once, so shame on you.
but i came back again, still shame on me.
i wear this well, you must admit.
i swallow my pride, with it comes fame.
infamy.
exile.
fate.

a watched pot never boils.
but those bubbles are so deceiving.
i cast a spell over the west to make you think of me.
bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.
mirror mirror, that just doesn't look like me.

kicking this under the rug.
like it was supposed to mean something.
take two of these, kiss me goodnight, i won't call you in the morning.


here is to this, to me, to the sky.
hands moving forward to propel the situation.
my glass raised high.
smile on my face i'll bear it.
hurry up and wait, i'll stand for it.

just tell me in a few years you'd be ok with it.
looking over not seeing me, but someone who will never get it.



baby, i've got it.
wrapped up in my pocket.
and i dare you to say you could live without it.



-xo