muse

perhaps I’m just here to amuse you
perhaps I’m just here to amuse
it’s becoming apparent I’m going to lose you
perhaps you are simply my muse

perhaps you can’t help but abuse me
perhaps you can’t help but abuse
perhaps it’s your nature to bruise and misuse me
perhaps I can’t help but be bruised

but still, it seems I have to choose you
it seems it’s still you that I choose
despite the abuse and misuse, to refuse you’s
an option I simply can’t use

so darling, although you infuse me
with all the good things you infuse
it seems you’d not choose me but rather just use me
and that leaves me less than enthused

you see, you are rather confusing
you’re making me rather confused
I probably won’t win you without ever using
a devious trick or a ruse

it seems you will have to excuse me
for I simply must be excused
for thinking that someone, such refuse as me
could ever get someone like you

until i met you

there once wasn't anything
i couldn't do
not nothing, not one thing,
not seven, not two
i'd say it again,
but it wouldn't ring true
'cause i was so happy
until i met you

i'd once leap a mountain,
and fly over trees
i'd run like a cheetah and
skip on the breeze
there weren't any walls that i
couldn't smash through
'cause i was so happy
until i met you

i'd one time win all the games
checkers and chess
i'd snap off brassieres
(with my TEETH, nonetheless)
but weeds have sprung up
where the flowers once grew
'cause i was _so_ happy
until i met you

there's naught left to say
left to think, left to do
the dust on me piles
the louses accrue
my flowery verses, now curses
(a slew)
i was so fucking happy
until i met you

time

this is my slow time
my no time
my sit-and-watch-the-glow time
the time to just forget about the things-you-think-you-know-time

this is my stop time
my flop time
my time-to-close the-shop time
my time to just unwind, relax, and pick a spot to drop time

this is my rest time
my best time
forget-about-the-test time
the time to disregard the things-that-make-me-feel-depressed-time

this is my high time
my fly time
you-may-get-no-reply time
the time I may ignore you, cause you know what? this is MY time

life

Life is the heaviest burden
It's also the most buoyant boat
'Cause just when you think
That you're starting to sink
That's when you will rise up and float

Life is the most terrible thing
That any one person can bear
'Cause just when it seems
You can only hear screams
There's a pure, gentle laughter in there
Life is a mundane TV show
That sometimes is laced with intrigue
But trivial events
Only block your ascent
Into things that content and appease

Life is stretched out over time
That sometimes may seem like too long
But you only see
That it's temporary
When the time that you have's almost gone