brian

PROFILE SONG LYRICS
So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about, that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
“my arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, they are alive"
And she would cry, “liar, liar!
What have I done?
You’re no lover and I’m no fighter.”
The story goes on.
So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and kisses,
though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it’s an empty love to fill the void.
Pinocchio, oh boy how your nose has grown.
So he would cry, “liar, liar!
I’ll prove it to you.”
But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her,
so it was true.
He left her apartment and
he walked all night long,
‘til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and the waves
and screamed, “liar, liar!”
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.
And now I wonder how I was made.
Now I wonder how i was made.
My arms, my legs, my heart,
my face, my name is driftwood.
Snakes and Knives. Always fucking snakes and knives. Life is a 5.
I've had this thought recently. Perhaps for some karmic reason.I may be destined to be that guy on the side of the road in some future city. The guy on the side of the road calmly standing alone in the sun with nothing. The one you question talking to while you wait in the long line of vehicles; the daily ritual that serves little purpose in your mind anymore. The guy you may consider worth offering a ride to, hell, you're not even moving yet in that long line of buzzing machinery baking on concrete spiderwebs that go... somewhere.That same "somewhere" at times you're not sure leads anywhere exactly-even though you've seen where they lead you five days a week for many months, even years; what could it hurt to meet someone new?What kind of person does he look like to you? What kind of stories might he tell? Where is HE going? You debate your own thoughts as the time passes; waiting for the line to finally move ahead. Who is he? What is his life like? What does he think about? What does he feel? His eyes seem so calm.No, don't make eye contact. He might be one of those people that, after eye contact, walks up to you and starts a conversation. You make eye contact and then you're forced to listen to him for god knows how long. He may ask for something. Look forward, unmoving, and ignore him. Ignore everything. Stay focused. This is your life. You haven't got the time. Look forward to your future. Stay focused. He'll disappear when you finally move ahead. Turn on the radio. Drown out your thoughts. Don't think about him. He's nothing but a distraction, an illusion, look ever forward to your future. Stay in line. Bide your time.Oh no, he's coming toward the window... Just say, "No, thank you."God, you're pitiful. What kind of human being are you?Just say, "Sorry, i'm on my way somewhere." and, "Have a good day."Roll up your window. Look forward. Look Forward. He's not even there.Is that sad? I think it's funny.That's probably why i'm more qualified for the part than you. lol:)LIGHTen the fuck up.
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