frantic madman

im going crazy in my car, its not so bad at all, my world, my windows, my music, makes perfect sense, i think i forgot how to write, my stomach explodes because i cannot, i just cry like a pathetic loser, she’ll never know, big painted sky, where are you going with your clouds? i think i’ll make a great old man, rainman, rainman, what can i expect tomorrow? my eyes, they tire too, i tire too, one day me and my love will plant a tree, so we can grow together, all that matters is that blue was not an option, if i stand here long enough i just might melt, play that fuckin guitar like it did you wrong, sing your songs, the way you do, sometimes i hate the rain, sometimes i hate it so much i stay inside and play guitar, then i get bored and go insane, people come, people go, people call, i still havent got a copy of the script but i don’t think anyone is able to tell, can i shake the hand of the man who first dotted i’s, sometimes nothing seems to work, 96 ounces of beer, what the fuck are you trying to prove? next time it must be dr. pepper, i need a muse, or a board game, and an eraser, something to keep me out of trouble, so that i stop climbing up these trees, theyre nice and all, but i broke my bones trying to fall, its best to just stay inside where im safe, its best to cook something good to eat, its best to do the opposite of what you think is best, so far no one has been able to amuse me, i swear madness is only five minutes away, stay away you devil, i am a simple man, don’t complicate me, i want to hold you til im sane. 11-12-01 Written November 12th, 2001 © on Feb 25 2002 08:26 AM PST, midnite_raver   0 • 10