The fruits of my mediocrity fully realized in a return to 3rd year disobedience, high school loneliness, post graduate employment
I become soaked and destroyed, my excuse premeditated and innocent
Still watch the same television, still grinning, my anxious sigh drowned and heavy, inexpressible and predictable
I steal your jazz, copy your music
Won't you share your daydreams with me?
Give me a clever way to entertain
My selfish demands left unattended