#someofit

I'm a soul train video The O in your stereo Can't even measure me in decibels because I'm measured in imperial I'm on and off like a flash strobe I get up like a periscope Like the devil at the crossroads I'm the Venom and the Antidote

I'm a missile on a one way course. I'm a rocket ship at T minus 10 seconds till launch. I'm a bullet on a B line to the end of a narrow barrel, about to burst, and thirsty for you. I'm an introvert cursed with being personable. I'm a submersible buried under the earth in the dirt. So full of words that I could burst, and man it hurts, call a nurse, Because the verses are turning me blue. I'm a flash of light sudden, I'm a frightening sight, like a lightning strike. I'm the clap from up the back of the atmosphere, wrapped up in cheerful antics, I'm romantic like Aladdin licking Jasmines ear. As fancy as a chandelier, one handed on the tan brazier, the engine, wing and landing gear, all at once are standing here. Your fantasy, a grand veneer, vocabulary engineer. A cannabalistic animal, I'll tear you up from ear to ear.

     I'm a realistic piece of carbon with reasonable principles I sleep at even intervals, I don't believe in miracles I'm all about the heart, a little bit about the genitals, but any boy would say that to you. I'm a well supported pauper I get caught up in my quarters I can't afford it but I've got more to write, up in the corner I'm the sort of dog brought up on the poison in the water and it's awful but I'm likely to bite. Sometimes I'm a train wreck on stage but I’m dangerously patient I'm tenacious because it takes some time to make it. I'm abrasive there's a sentiment that I keep with no hesitance "contentment's the enemy of invention”. Who ain’t in favour of same sex relationships? Love is unexplained so far so who are we to regulate it? I'm for all forms of admiration, lust and flattery. I don't believe they're aware of anatomy.

Sometimes I long to be young again, I wish they'd invent a medicine so I could go back and spend the days that I misspent again. I'd take piano lessons instead of playing tennis, and I wouldn't quit the choir. I'd pay much more attention to my english teacher, I'd do all the reading in the holidays I think I could have learnt a whole lot more from Mr. Holloway Now I'm a grammar addict, pragmatically, I'm branded by semantics I'm an analyst, and never will abandon it. Maybe it's better that I developed late instead of early Music don't come naturally to me so no-one heard me when I started, I was terrible, much worse than I'd admit because I pushed the tone and melody but didn't know what pitch was. See, writing has always been it for me though no-one knew it, and I think when when I was young I just wasn't ready to do it, but I'm proud of my past, I'm proud of every way I used it, because the dimly-lit dead ends, they all directed me to music.