lets begin with the past in front
and all the things that you really dont care about now
you'd be exactly where i'm at
and to think
you've got a grip
well... look at yourself
your lips are like two flaps of fat
they go front and back and flappity flappity flap
i'm all staged
its all an act
i'm really scared that i may fall back on the abstract
and be exactly where i'm at
If you're to be
The roaming eye
Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
The harsh realities