SymMetrical

Clean Machine You're the naked tambourine  A-rollin' around with cut-throats Preteen queen Hooked the world on her caffeine  Weaving baskets in Padded cells Make believe redistributed vaccine   Can quite voices Deep inside See pristine faces on the TV screen Better cut off the Connection

RingRingRingRing A dream is broken As I'm suddenly awoken By the flickering of plastic stars That are hanging and smoking I feel like last week's Sloppy Joe's second's just Chewed up and spat out My brain onto the side-walk rust But at least I'm outside (so I guess that's a plus) Still drying the bacon-grease Out from underneath My lower intestines While the neighbor police -man's double-checking his piece Man, these bells and whistles are beginning to give me indigestion And I'm running out in a cold sweat Was just injected with a week's suspension All I do is kiss toes to give a good impression And at the same time I try to hide the unintentional fist impressions Which left a small indent of the life I thought I loved releasing bad intentions

Pastoral makeup and painstaking break up Painstaking...being the pain from the piercing of the stake, but for goodness sake The pain comes in waves as opposed to courses on a plate To feel belittled by the riddle The twisted idea of fate, it's lost, too late To fiddle with the letters written down on the slate To close your eyes as an attempt at pretending Pretending to pretend it's your friends you're defending Fate, to put it lightly, is quite simply impending The theory that some day your Uncle's world will be ending The fact that a coin can travel years; pending Only to fall into the hand Of a man with the ability to stand On the cusp between the good, the bad, And the promised land. Founded on grains of sand

And yet as I am speaking As I am speaking time is fleeting For another way to grasp I cannot grasp For hand is far too soft Too smooth Too fare I cannot wait another year Another day To make my mark upon A flower, a flower such as she A flower that had picked             me How can we continue living Living Living both our lives permitting Permitting? Permitting what? I cannot see… The shadows falling over me And I lay quiet in the night Waiting for the time that’s right The time I may The time I might Strike upon the flesh on sight Attaining words so that I might Describe your grace, your charm Your plight How am I able to live your life A life untouched by torment And waste To waste such valuable time What I would give To turn at a dime What I could give to make her mine To touch the frame That framed my world A world unfurled Unmasked by pain And aching Tension rises And b...

What     can     I     say     ? Two thousand thirteen's on the brain And although I think I've gone insane There's really no-one left to blame Except for me And All The Thoughts I Thought I Thought About And all things in between Like working out and losing weight and meeting friends and making dates and finding a great job before it's too                  late And it's strange to think that my appearance hasn't changed and that my friends are getting smarter every day but I am just                       fading away I think that lately it's been too                                    Simple To bow out of a situation small enough to make a Ripple soft enough to make a Trickle And yet I find myself inside the same Pickle With learning ...

I pretend to remember memories of splendor The fistful of memories returned to the sender I can feel her She emerged - bathed in gold And I sat next to her everyday I remember when you used to watch me write I can see her She waited on the threshold but she was still human I remember when we used to fight I can hear her She talked for a million years and I had all the time to listen I remember when it wasn't right I can taste her And Everything is so real AND I DO NOT CARE I remember when you used to say "good-night" I pretend to remember memories of splendor The fistful of memories returned to the sender

Football jerseys in the street I'm sick of all the cell-phoned bleeding beats But too bad there's tooth decay The river-rafting trip's delayed till may Hey Make my way through museum-mall Grand Total shows and I start to fall In to pre-paid circus show The freaks and the fellows all in a row No way in @#!*% I'll drive today Because my parents think I'm insane Rain Come again some other day Or at least try to wash away the pain