It doesn't matter.

	I am not providing pancakes today.

	I don't write this I just uncover it

	I know I'm deluding myself And hopefully you too

	It's something any self-respecting liar would do

	It's a tidal zone of unwitnessed robbery
	Painting the stars where the sunset should be
	Transporting islands in exchange for scattered thoughts and doors without keys
	We're busier than ever

	

	

	screwballbrain - 016 [haircut]

	Sima B - "Voodoo Child" cover
	

	
	you can't handle this poison you're concocting 
	
	well if it makes you feel you found an escape 
	
	cheap tricks for all 
	
	it's the untouched corner of an entire world 
	
	I'm normal and I know myself well;  
	
	she becomes herself for just a brief moment 
	
	
	
	
	There is someone standing there In a mask 
	
	that phoniness is an outward presentation.  
	
	she always uses one defense mechanism or another 
	
	Your heart is stolen By a different Dream
	
	memories are stories we tell ourselves 
	
	I dont recall the details of every interaction 
	
	I see your cruelty now in this moment of dream 
	
	These midnight thoughts destroy my solitude  
	
	Wishing for things that cannot be spoken or seen 
	
	time for the dreams to flood the room 
	
	the doors are still there open not knocking 
	
	how can you not see the value all around you. 
	
	you don't have to go through this constant hell. 
	
	Nothing happens for awhile though laying there 
	
	I need you to stay awake for me there are things 
	
	understand what Ive been through desperately  
	
	We talk about everything Which I find odd, 
	
	Hey babe you trying to tell me somethin 
	
	accepting the joy of another day of this routine 
	
	A call from downstairs breaks the trance 
	
	I understand it's just for comments and wishes  
	
	for years now it's always faithful never changes 
	
	stones of forgiveness leave love for the lost 
	
	seriously, it's like a ghost town out here 
	
	a victim of never ending streets 
	
	When I am awake and I think about dreams 

	struggle to stay awake until exhaustion overcome 

	Okay but just for a little while." 
	
	I'm serious about cleansing the reality kiss 
	
	This is all your fault! You don't deserve to cry 
	
	that's why we still talk about it more or less 
	
	They're all standing in a huddle now sweating 
	
	you finally reach it you are filled with regret 
	
	I'm not certain that you should make it clear 
	
	you know that I'm am still here still imperfect 
	
	the doors are still there open and ruined 
	
	They are wicked creatures I avoid at all costs 
	
	believe me my love I'll show you I will  
	
	GO TO HELL DUDE YOU ARE A STUCK UP HATER  
	
	wouldn't be surprised to learn many of them had 
	
	We're on a private island of constant suspense  
	
	Admit you know what happens think of why it does
	
	You sound good at it but lots of people do
	
	if you fail to deceive It solves everything  
	
	something you will still like ten minutes later 
	
	you really shouldn't worry that much about them,
	
	This is so, in the future, they do not struggle 
	
	have they all forgotten who I really am 
	
	I remember an old Peruvian joke and laugh 
	
	enough of your demands of action take no comfort 
	
	My narrative is most sincere I assure you  
	
	you'd think they would've understood the concept 
	
	I want people to believe I'm a fictional person  
	
	Asking for the truth was too much to ask 
	
	it is not possible to forget those memories the kiss 
	
	I wish that we never met 
	
	I was reading and walking and looking for a good 
	
	this is what it feels like to be forgotten  
	
	I'm trying to remember something, sweetheart. 
	
	how can you blame me for wanting the truth 
	
	sly hot lust abandon caution free but at a cost  
	
	I'm foolish enough to be careless about time.  
	
	there seemed no other way to play it 
	
	believing she had changed was a risk 
	
	I have greater scars than you might think 
	
	like watching trouble, not being a part of it 
	
	don't think imagine that, thoughtless you know  
	
	Any more suggestions Did you break the windows 
	
	A strangeness of a kind But out to play,  
	
	smiling at my words gives life to my thoughts  
	
	I still wonder what she thinks. really 
	
	I don't even know what to call it. 
	
	accept the hardships and keep smiling  
	
	though I know it's unnecessary. Let her be mine 
	
	dont walk away. My heart hurts tonight.  
	
	I cannot create something from nothing 
	
	I dont think she would understand I stood there 
	
	It's easier than I thought it would be 
	
	into the smiling faces of those who adore her 
	
	She smiles at me. I simply nod 
	
	This may seem all innocent but it can get 
	
	I am not looking forward to tonight's offerings 
	
	It's near epidemic and spreading. Feeding frenzy 
	
	Most of the time they were pushed to the limits 
	
	go out there and catch yourself a pleasant!  
	
	This is what the silent partners knew nothing of 
	
	Would it be wrong? Would it be right?  
	
	We were interrupted in our amusement by 
	
	These are my words you can not change them 
	
	compelled to watch out of respect to them 
	
	another ghostly figure drawn in red 
	
	provided with cameras to record their thoughts
	
	It will be someone whose heart has stopped
	
	What is lost is lost forever
	
	
	it's what passes for an evening's entertainment
	
	I do not have to explain anything to them 
	
	something unexpected, off balance, not dramatic 
	
	it's probably impossible to do on a Tuesday 
	
	It looks pretty broken to me  
	
	I know when the time is right 
	
	no questions or worries or thoughts 
	
	learning how to remember in the third person 
	
	And the suffering took some time, too
	
	Those thoughts call for self examination.  

	does she even know what that means
	
	

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