Return Conversation
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Hey man, did you notice the bass strings make, like, R2-D2 sound on this track You mistake me, I am not so fun to be the unease Of every party, run out and strung out with a not-said joke Choked up on another bloke whose name must be unspoke, forgetting the painted picture of pain I am really just a man within no restraint begging you to say in calling out my name A returned conversation gained allowing some sort of soul to be heard Apart from the silence someone once said, quiet is violent, and I am so far from it How could I then be the same, though in abuse the victimhood of it calls my name Will not you call it louder? Do I have to be funny? I will tell you a joke I am socially isolated to the point of having no hope, the smartest Man alive, it seems to me, yet that dumbest outlook of luck, or fortuned, fate charmingly stuck Misunderstood to be clinically ill or depressed instead of Just blessed to be cursed with an uncommon ability and passion for problem-solving A paradigm pair is mine of power, sure, but infinite perception anchors Away, I am visibly sweating, what if I find out I am the one at fault for all this That the devil is me, then I am not more like Christ, but literally oppositely Positioned and as much as I do not care my mission, I would at least like to not be The agent of my own eternal demise, I say with a wink and a smile And a grin, I think I will charm fate for the chance to marry you tonight and die with you tomorrow Your savior from Boredom, at least borrowed from Christ Hey, dude, do you mind if I steal your throne for a minute in this girl's mind I am playing hard to find and I want to get her spinning in wonder of glorious White holes I see reflected in her eyes, gateways to wonder, is this man mine Contend with me in running, I will take the gazed blushing and tame Shyness and bleed myself dry with overzealousness, do you see my problem Return a conversation, damn it, I am struggling, I am the chosen one to burn myself Up on, Mustafar in passion, Anakin pad me down with intellectual seriousness But I am really just trying to get you and me alone in a back room, nakedly Protected by a marriage certificate and dry-humping our people's pain away of equating celibacy with ultimate sexual purity Return a conversation, damn it, say I do, so I can run you through instead of me I fall on my own sword far too often for the sake of my own grandeur, glory and health, one of these days I will kill myself, come on, not everyone's going to get this humour But I know who I adorably adore and hopefully, well, I would rather not get thrown into A psych ward again, from which friendly conversation with an African man started, in dialect, doctor you misunderstand me, I am a perfectly functioning Well-oiled masterpiece of masculine zeal and strength, you perceive this as something needing medication What lithium, do I look like a car battery to you You complete hedonistic dunce, I am in here for a misunderstanding of my African nation's customs and cultures, of presentation, I am an English professor In my native country and I believe I will sit here until I am duly released While you lunatics and scrubs try to project your own scathing self-loathing Unto my own image, I think I gained a brother that day I was laughing hysterically Anyway, please return conversation, I gave you an icebreaker here No too much tonnage, to show, oh yeah, bit dicked out, that is to say looking like some Charles Dickens, sucking too much at standing on either side of the aisle To find you there next to me, no matter where you stand on and in the aisle I think I will stand opposite to you, it will be a party view, a hulahoop of A spinning circle, you cannot stop moving, try not to compromise with me Your motion moving in parliament of my leadership, but ultimately ending up Stuck in my two-party system, oh man, we went from one party to two parties A marriage of two parties, a compromise, a peace, please put everyone at ease And make this guy's present tense president of all our lives and yours Come on bride, let our virginity come, I have misplaced my spelling, sorry spelling out so long
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