Written in a parking lot. It's a pretty cool parking lot.
lyrics
"Your Majesty, I do plead guilty
to these crimes against humanity"
I was found killing time, and stealing looks
No, life isn't confined within text books.
The verdict is known;
Court is adjourned;
You know all my
Strumming patterns.
Van Gogh, Escher,
My whole taste in art
Is defined entirely
By posters hung in college dorms.
But I don't see what's so wrong about that.
Jeff Koons may have been made in heaven
But he knows nothing of deep breaths in the grass.
Like the future, the reactants are insoluble.
In rumination I consider myself smart
But I struggle to define art
I can't find truth; Pretty girls are all I see
What does Hamlet know about me?
(Inconsolable: the differences I've set in motion. Ir-retractable: The statements I've said in collusion. Slippery: The grasp I have upon who I am. Carefully: dissecting all I can. In an effort to discover, something that might resemble truth here.)
Just because I don't have anywhere to go
Doesn't me I want to be here.
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