I don’t want to get caught up in your tantalizing web
I know not what that web is constructed of
One can only assume of sex, lies and alcohol (yup)
And a little sweat to construe it all so beautifully.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I asked so politely
How good I’ve become at spewing this same bullshit
Saying the things I think you want to hear
Speaking the words that are the equivalent of negative thoughts to me
It makes me sick…ill.
What have I become? And who is there really to blame?
Sure I could pull a measly attempt at blaming you
But we all know how far from reality that is.
Sadly, I don’t know where to stand myself where I belong
Because I don’t belong.
I truly, deep down, am ok with that
But it seems as though to function in this fucking hell hole of a society
That one needs to belong to SOMETHING.
I don’t get it.
Fuck it.I know not what that web is constructed of
One can only assume of sex, lies and alcohol (yup)
And a little sweat to construe it all so beautifully.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I asked so politely
How good I’ve become at spewing this same bullshit
Saying the things I think you want to hear
Speaking the words that are the equivalent of negative thoughts to me
It makes me sick…ill.
What have I become? And who is there really to blame?
Sure I could pull a measly attempt at blaming you
But we all know how far from reality that is.
Sadly, I don’t know where to stand myself where I belong
Because I don’t belong.
I truly, deep down, am ok with that
But it seems as though to function in this fucking hell hole of a society
That one needs to belong to SOMETHING.
I don’t get it.
Written: August 15, 2009
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