Down to earth
from the top downward
the switch was thrown
on the down low where
expectations are low.
Stand still and take your medicine
everything will be all right,
but what do I know
I just use words to fit a mood.
I just use words to confuse
to slip a thought just under the surface.
All I really want is to free your mind
to clear and clean up your room
the clutter is a mistake.
I want to be able to recognize you
buried underneath your busy life
underneath all the things you’re collecting
I hate this picture in my head,
I hate when I’m told to do anything
I hate when you say shit.
I know it’s not pretty
to say things
we know are true.
I’m all digitally connected
and yet, all I want though
are a set of a few easy rules to follow.
Maybe today we could escape
like we used to,
I know you’re too busy picking flowers
asking me to count them out.
She loves me,
she loves not.
There are miles of petals,
I’ve used every excuse
to convince myself you can love me.
God knows, that’s so not true
it’s a shame really
because I’ve wasted so many flowers
trying to get that last one to fall on
she loves me.