"But be a little leery of people like me in my current state. Despite my proper intensions
and inherent good will, I am addicted to revival and redemption and release. In
order to be revived one must first be exhausted. In order to be redeemed one first has
to fail. In order to be released we have to first be trapped. Inspiration can turn into a
tricky cycle if we’re not careful."
"...so don’t come to me, poet, with your ink and your holy experience
sittin’ there all raw pretending not to be,
all that vulnerability bubblin’ under yer surface
actin’ unconscious of how awkward you make things at the dinner table.
You scathe your observations, then bathe ‘em then
Call ‘em all out on stages
actin’ unconscious of how awkward you make things at the dinner table.
You scathe your observations, then bathe ‘em then
Call ‘em all out on stages
reaffirming that you’re right about a thing or two
because you didn’t get enough confidence
from the people who swiped you through school.
Approval junky.
Pressure cooker.
Smoke stacker
steady whistles
speed tears streamin’
exhausted from excuses
still hopin’ we can hover on
holy
when you’re finally finished claiming
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG!
THERE’S NOT ANYTHING WRONG!"
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