celapram

one of these days i'm gonna shut my eyes forever

so tired of seeing what's wrong with life

and as much as i wish that i got along better

with these people

i've heard it written that every flower withers

so i carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions

sometimes it's a given

sometimes it's not

and we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot

and all i see on my cd shelves

are the pieces of me that probably need help

like i don't eat good

so i've always got the hunger pains

rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that i'm underweight

i bust a phrase to escape cause i'm feeling stuck for days

nothing changes but the motherfucking date

it's such a shame

see the structure crumble and fade

until you're left with nothing but some dust on the clay

life gets ugly

writing rhymes to jeff buckley

a cold and broken hallelujah" for this crash test dummy