this operation, watch out as i make a mess of it.
all stuck like tarpits up in my head.
this dull perdition, i am motivated by the hell of it
or stuck in my tracks, it just depends.
this precious lifetime, runs opposite to eternity,
infinite timelines rush by and pa**
insist now that i'm… i'm obsessed and so aware of it
fixated on things that i can't have.
but jealousy is a boring, boring game.
and i do much better with crazy, crazy, crazy.
i wanna be your cast iron obligation.
i wanna be the poetry you dream.
i wanna breath your pressure to succeed.
i wanna be your court ordered sense of failure,
i wanna taste the aftertaste of shame.
i wanna be your day stuck in the rain.
i wanna be your court ordered acquisition.
i wanna be the thing that you achieve.
i wanna be your reminder to breathe,
i wanna be your cast iron sense of sadness
i wanna be half real, half make believe
i wanna be self consciously incomplete