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For What It's Worth
Posted by
John.
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22 January 2013
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I drank some coffee, and a Rockstar, and some herbal shit
In a water bottle; it tastes fine if you keep shaking it,
Floor it on the interstate, the world is slow when I'm wired
Soaring through the altered state of feeling inspired,
I lay a wreath in memoriam of everything I never wrote,
So many songs and stories were lost to times I did not devote
My sincerest fucking best to the screen or the paper
Still, the lines I like now, I'm sure I'll hate just four months later
Are you following me?
Does this even make sense?
I'll save my best discourse for my own defense.
Reading the words back to myself, I'm already annoyed
Because my muse will drag me places that I'd rather avoid
But I'll spit out my fury, and I'll pour out my soul
If there is such a thing - don't worry, I lost control
So fucking long ago now, that I've acclimated
To my new normal, an informal and unillustrated
Collage of words and feelings that form my reality,
Sail after the mirage with a determined mentality.
Soon the oceans will rise,
If you can't swim, life is tough.
Hey Laura - I think Florida couldn't sink fast enough.
People cling to vestiges,
How good things were back in the day
But bones are always sterile
After the flesh turns gray and rots away
My teeth aren't so shiny white,
My eyesight could be clearer
Even short, my hair's a mess, fuck it,
I'm blessed to see my ribs in the mirror
Can you relate?
Does that scare you to death?
If you sing along, don't forget to catch your breath.
In a water bottle; it tastes fine if you keep shaking it,
Floor it on the interstate, the world is slow when I'm wired
Soaring through the altered state of feeling inspired,
I lay a wreath in memoriam of everything I never wrote,
So many songs and stories were lost to times I did not devote
My sincerest fucking best to the screen or the paper
Still, the lines I like now, I'm sure I'll hate just four months later
Are you following me?
Does this even make sense?
I'll save my best discourse for my own defense.
Reading the words back to myself, I'm already annoyed
Because my muse will drag me places that I'd rather avoid
But I'll spit out my fury, and I'll pour out my soul
If there is such a thing - don't worry, I lost control
So fucking long ago now, that I've acclimated
To my new normal, an informal and unillustrated
Collage of words and feelings that form my reality,
Sail after the mirage with a determined mentality.
Soon the oceans will rise,
If you can't swim, life is tough.
Hey Laura - I think Florida couldn't sink fast enough.
People cling to vestiges,
How good things were back in the day
But bones are always sterile
After the flesh turns gray and rots away
My teeth aren't so shiny white,
My eyesight could be clearer
Even short, my hair's a mess, fuck it,
I'm blessed to see my ribs in the mirror
Can you relate?
Does that scare you to death?
If you sing along, don't forget to catch your breath.
well.....wow. I'm not sure exactly what it is that you wrote, or who it's directed at, or if it even made any sense at all.
Whatever it was though, was pretty fucking amazing