So few words But simply repeated over and over It tends to get stuck in the brain How do I defend against this Oh don’t preach to me I can’t seem to find anything The solution Isn’t anything of what I wanted it to be The solution Isn’t anything at all She says that she’s got it She’s says that she can walk on water She tells me that I could to But I’m laughing trying to feel it Trying to dream water floating under my toes I understand these cigarette late night whit dealers With their kafka and coffee Individuality is key right? C’mon bullshit is never necessary Everything will always be about culture and sex appeal At least I’m seeing that the solution Does not sit on the backs of human beings Maybe the slips and cracks will surface Let them ramble on using their distinguishable names But remember they were always somewhere And you’re right here
