the weirds

tiny raindrops salute gravity

the pavement smells like the taste of blood

i need to get out of here - even the trees are gilded

smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks

i've overstayed my welcome in this life

and it seems as though time won't tell you exactly what you'd like

i've given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -

my sugarcoated mind

why can't i whistle? and why can't i cry?

why can't i be the way i wish i liked?

i guess i have the weirds

which truth is true? and which real is real?

why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?

i guess i have the weirds

oh i have them bad

and it's so sad

starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls

it's all that seems productive - you'd be surprised

procrastination nation is where i've learned to live

turn on the tube

romanticized until you can't move

i've overstayed my welcome in this life

and it seems as though time won't tell you exactly what you'd like

i've given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind -

my sugarcoated mind

why can't i whistle? and why can't i cry?

why can't i love you the way i wish i liked?

i guess i have the weirds

which truth is true? and which real is real?

why must we whistle to what we cannot feel?

i guess i have the weirds

oh i have them bad

and it's so sad

why can't i whistle? and why can't i cry?

why can't i love you more than what i'd like?

i guess i have the weirds

oh i have them bad

and it's so sad

prisoner of the mind

trapped within the confines

of self expectation

of obligation -

i guess i'll be just fine