i am still thinking about conundrums
I don’t know how to tell you
when you’re stuck in this box
but here it goes, i hope you can hear
and learn to break those locks.
suddenly you’ve got me in this corner
where i’m that guy i always hate
and you’re hastily shutting me out
before i could even be too late.
every time i see you, it’s christmas
and i want that magic for you, too
but when you look at me
i have no idea what to do.
i’d hold up the world for you
you’re a diamond refracting light
but you’ve got her name in your pocket
and you won’t let yourself be alright.
the fuck if i’m giving up on you
because if everything you say is real
then you’re worth everything i’ve got
because everyone deserves to feel.
but please, i need you to know
that you’re not broken, you’re not
even if my magic wand doesn’t prove it
i’m certainly not your last shot.
i was thinking about conundrums
my cat wags her tail and barks like a dog
but she cleans herself and won’t play fetch.
we humor her when she guards the door
and confuse her by giving her tuna fish.
making balloon animals is very difficult.
you twist and twist and turn and tuck.
and if you lose your grip, it unravels.
but it was never actually a poodle, anyways.
a patron of charity is highly regarded
but to be patronize is highly rejected.
and i’ve never wanted to be either of those
but i’ve also never had a geanie lamp.
well, i was thinking about conundrums
and i think this is vaguely related
so now that i have your attention
when will it be your turn?
It’s all fresh, anew, with a dozen roses from you.
They drink and they bask and they bloom,
Then they wilt, we die, we always do.
Bah-Dump. Bah-Dump. Bah-Dump
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Your Car Smells Like Gasoline
I never loved you, not at all.
Your constant, vexing narcissism.
Your one-dimensional mind.
Your witless interjections.
Tell me, who’s the man?
I mean, I get it.
If I were you,
I’d pretend to be him, too.
He’s so much more noxious than you.
His powerful choke-hold.
His vague origin.
His knowledge of destruction.
Tell me, who are you?
I mean, you don’t seem to know.
And I don’t care to know,
But you’ll never be him.
One day, when you stop hiding
Behind your engineered insanity
Your dot on the timeline
Might become the line.
i dont trust people who hate kesha
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And that all sitcom laugh tracks are taken from this show because the laughter was so sincere.
I always have to reblog this. It’s too good.
They are just my fave.