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no time to look back
peeranoia
i'm in the bottle rub it down
release me
clostrophobic in here
too many images of imperfections
i can see you with your large forehead and eager eyes
eager to fix your lives lies
how did i become the granter of wishes you ask
with my boyish face and shy like demeanor
i'm still a thousand years old
never wash up on sunny beaches
pushed by snowplows in the cold to the dirty side of the road
salt and sand
down by the river sleeping in a van
sarcasm and insecurities sound incredibly similar
every ask undoubtedly familiar
money sex and power
funny no one ever requests to not be a coward
or undo their past wrongs
last songs on the tip of their tongues
but still material masochism
a fear of feeling inferior brings out the bastard within them
i invent the inventor
if i had my way we'd a be cephalopods
seraphims with the intent of resucitating god
hansom akward and odd
edward and allen frog
it's all wrong
find me in the streets
claiming defeat
next to a hobo's feet
he shakes the absence of liquid inside
and slowly begins to weep me back to sleep