It's an open faucet of confluent bullshit we're all one, trying to make the best of it Now how much pain can I sustain? how much more can I inflict, is this it?
You know you've got to build the house before you let any guests in you need shelter, need a home in your own skin it mightn't be decadent but it cannot be desolate where's the happiness?
I'm ready to run, are you ready?
If we can shut the fuck up maybe we can learn to smile for once and we've all got something to say living in a human menagerie
We're each complete with the gall to believe our problems are sophisticated, bold, unique smiles with no teeth embraces with no squeeze gestures for manners, no audible 'please'
It's all been idle talk and I've had nothing of substance to say we talk about people not about ideas or how we came to be this way
If we can shut the fuck up maybe we can learn to smile for once (Smile with no teeth, strung out, off key) and we've all got something to say living in a human menagerie (Smile with no teeth, but your eyes I can believe)