I'm sorry if you got lost in here..
Those buttons tend to lie.
The air up here is different, because it's not mine or even yours.
My brain is a separate entity entirely,
Like Peter Pan's shadow.
Dancing away from me,
A rat through the dark sewers inside
Sometimes I'm chasing him
Other times I think I might be running away
Oftentimes it seems like both
And sometimes the him
becomes a her
and then the her
becomes a loud hum hum
hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
it reverberates through my ear drums
and rattles every passing thought
chews through them like wires
spewing sparks of wasted electricity
I've tried to feed him just a little
If I give in he'll stop.
So here go old standbys of Kraft singles at home
But now he's just fat and bloated
my wasted potential