don't actually believe for a second that i'm serious about any of this. or am i? no... actually i'm not... really. or? no..

we all ask for honesty in persons,
but we can't believe our fucking ears,
so we all ask for pretentious sayings,
and we still can't believe our fucking ears,
so we all build walls,
brick by stupid humiliating brick,
it's useless on that side,
but that's the side everyone's on,
i'll tell you what,
i'll chill on the honest side,
and maybe someone will peak their head over on that side,
and decide that that side isn't so bad
maybe they'll actually dislike that side
and shoot balled up pieces of newspaper at me
it's cool
i'll still be on this side
we ask for so much
but respect so little
we all ask for a piece of the pie
but we're all full
don't assume for a second,
or even two seconds,
that whatever happens between here and there
really isn't worth your time,
your plagiarism,
one day,
you'll be almost gone,
and wonder exactly where it all went bad,
it's too late
it's a little too late
it's actually really too late
you should of done what was suppose to be done,
but you held back
and now,
now,
now you want to wind the clock back at least 20 years
for all the nonsense, the belonging, was never for me
breath
breath man
i'm telling you to breath!