Paroles
Planned out all my tasks today
Wrote it all down
And proceeded to do none of it
Do you feel off?
It's okay to say it
I know you're real tough
Do I feel off?
Yeah, I guess I do
My thoughts are strung together
With painter's tape and hot glue
Don't give me that guff
I know you're enough
It's time to get it
I don't think about
What you think about it
I just gotta get it done
'Cause if time is a front
I guess we all kind of sort of
Die young
You didn't run off
That's more than enough
I thought you'd go
Sear off that crow
With your hot head
I guess it's not dead
Words blossom like flowers without stems
Little atoms that change when you watch them
Bubbles in your soda that float to the top
And you feel control over which ones will pop
But that feeling is just another bubble
I'm looking for a fresh perspective
But I've forgotten how to be selective