I want to turn off this mind sometimes,
So I don’t lose it,
So I can find a piece of mind in these lines and recline,
Like a lazy boy chair,
This lazy boy right here cares too much,
Hairs clutched by fists,
That miss to punch,
Dumb kisses blown,
From Misters, and Misses,
That have babies of their own,
Maybe I’ll be able to change their lives,
So when they\'re grown,
They can have babies of their own,
Who don\'t condole,
With unsubstantiated violence,
But when is violence really justified,
If I took my country I would hunt me down beyond the skies,
That I stare up to at night,
Trying to grasp a glimpse of infinity,
Hate waiting, so I’ll bring it to me,
I\'ll bring it to be,
One on one,
Play myself or something,
High to the rim I’m dunking,
Drunken on this trip,
Mastering the sins I’ve sunken,
To,
Everything is blue,
Nothing new,
Old, borrowed, recycled emotions,
That cycle in this vacuum,
Without a helmet,
Bashes my head to when I felt it,
Digest the pain and slowly melt it,