This Of That
Surface skating contemplating
Nauseating suffocating
Getting stuck running amok
Since nothings ever good enough
Voices they will tell you
Not to be the one who didn’t jump
Oh Well
It’s easy to say
Susceptible and vulnerable
Emotional its overkill
Staring at a windowsill
Time to pop a bluish pill
Imitate your own escape
To love or hate it’s all the same lobotomy
I just don’t know wish I knew
Why the lice on me scare the lice off you
Enthusiasm Euphemism
Money sex or life in prison
Spade or hoe now take your pick
But man it just means that
What you choose is what you got
Now it’s hot and then it’s not
Fighting not to lose your spot
Society sucks
I just don’t know wish I knew
Why the life in me scares the life out of you
Life out of you
There’s nothing to do
But be
This of that
This of that
This of that
Onism