Not a Gershwin tune
But one that harrows down a long-unforgotten corridor
So I walk cross-legged on this black tile dancing to tap that is oh-so-arcane
Repeatedly blinking out the cloudy nail polish ball
That reminds me of whats going on above my iris
Cause feigning optimism isn’t a forte
Of a grand piano gone wrong
Playing out openings and advice
And not ever knowing how to be in tune
That’s me
Forever blinking
And uncapitalizing my I’s
And staring unsullenly
And bearing and grinning.
Mouth muscles cause it makes people
Sociable and burns up calories
And maybe if I burn up enough of those
I burn out the wrong notes within
This is a winter of my life
Cause I’m so mellowed out by the cat’s meow;
I’d rather put myself to sleep than wake up anymore
I'm So disgusted by my own misbehavior
And I wish I could thrash all the hopes out of my system
Because I keep grasping grasping grasping for nothing there
And I love what I am and I don’t love it enough
Cause if I loved it enough I wouldn’t feel the need to love anymore
Something that does not will not ever exist
Which shouldn’t persist
And I wanted to call you up tonight and tell you I love you
But somehow I don’t think I’m worth it anymore
I just don’t think I’m worth it anymore.
