“It’ll Be Over Soon (I’m So Weak)”
I don’t know what to say; that’s all I’ve been saying of late.
Blurry backdrop, urban aperture frame,
Thorough blacktop, burrow the hollowing pain,
Delicate language left footprints on the chemical beach,
I’ve still got sand in my car.
Talked on a blanket in the vitamin forest with blanketed speech,
Soapbox. Being in a straitjacket has just helped me escape,
It’s not that I’m crazy; I just don’t know who else is insane.
Caffeinated delays, adrenal obstruction, dilated pupil, people seduction,
Fetal position. Let’s meet at a funeral. Don’t keep in touch; it’s
Fall asleep in the morning, methamphetamine when it’s dark,
Mention me when you talk. Give yourself to me when you whisper,
Affectionate’s affecting me. Affection’s kisses led to blisters,
Perception means perceptive thinkers. You want to go, but people never let you,
Fatigue. Synthesizers audible blast, stereo headphone milieu,
Sweet nothings mean nothing; you took your coffee black,
Capricorn, your zodiac, maelstrom the storm in a bottle cap.
I gave you space; you gave me freedom.
If that were our slogan, we could put a flag on the moon,
Poisonous daydreams, falling asleep with you when I’m wide awake,
Cyanide capsule is like biting a bullet,
How do I live life to the fullest, backstroke the tidal wave,
On the chemical beach.