A Boy With Roses

False Divinity

I\'m not in the mood for talking

This is the second night in a row

I\'ve been as cold as a morgue in winter

Wishing my life was more like a motion picture

I\'m pensive, breathing in the summer air

I\'ve killed the curiosity bug

So far from the past, in the present                                                                                                     

Surrounded by acres of nothing                                                                                       

So far from the past, in the present                                                                                     

Egged on by a spike of confidence

I travel with my head held high but I feel low

Held back by a mountain of limitations

I\'m maudlin, I make myself sick

Self-conscious and aware

I hate it when people stare

I don\'t know what to think

I don\'t know what to think tonight

I\'m hanging off a joint, trying to make a point

I\'m inconsistent with a fake smile on my face

I notice the glaring inconsistencies

Insidious irony

I decided on a plan, opened the gate

I pissed all over the greenery

Had ceaseless dreams

Had ceaseless worries and thoughts

Like parallel parked cars, blemishes

In hours of darkness

I\'ve changed like the seasons

Turned the page of the magazine

Neap tides, commandments, Calabasas dreams

I am a wild, wild strawberry

A false divinity

So far from the past, in the present                                                                                     

So far from the past, in the present                                                                                           

So far from the past, in the present                                                                                               

So far from the past.