I always felt like a white feather
blowing in the wind
since i was a kid
without a rhyme or reason
behind anything i ever did
going from here to there
who the hell even cares.
A boy who was out of luck
WIthout a hole to pity fuck
"Does it even get better than this"?
Had i thought, but it never even did
So i closed my worthless fists
And retreated into an endless pit.
Found an empty notebook full of lies
Called "every word, and feat of mankind"
Most notable men, wearing ties and suits
And people around them, used and duped
played around like a damn flute
So i yawned and sighed
And then, carved a pit
Full of all of my
most notable bits
And dressed them up
like a funeral nobody sees.
blowing in the wind
since i was a kid
without a rhyme or reason
behind anything i ever did
going from here to there
who the hell even cares.
A boy who was out of luck
WIthout a hole to pity fuck
"Does it even get better than this"?
Had i thought, but it never even did
So i closed my worthless fists
And retreated into an endless pit.
Found an empty notebook full of lies
Called "every word, and feat of mankind"
Most notable men, wearing ties and suits
And people around them, used and duped
played around like a damn flute
So i yawned and sighed
And then, carved a pit
Full of all of my
most notable bits
And dressed them up
like a funeral nobody sees.
